"Why is my verse so barren of new pride, / So far from variation or quick change?" (Sonnet 76)

Because you're obsessed on a bunny-boiler level, Mr. Shakespeare, and if you weren't dead I'd be worried about you (or more likely worried about the person you're at least thinking about stalking).

I've not read the Sonnets before, so I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this. Talk about monomania! There's some beautiful stuff here - and it's unoriginal to pick the "summer's day" sonnet (18) as the example but it is the loveliest and the best - but much of it's genuinely repetitive. How many sonnets can one person write in which they're trying to persuade their pretend-boyfriend to breed, anyway? The answer, apparently, is lots, and I prefer the plays.