Sonnet # 1

Moira Cevasco
9/15/07

Pride and Prejudice Shakespearean Sonnet


Is’t possible that I should love you so?
Thou art as adverse as a man could be:
Conceit and scorn seem ever in thy pose
Yet by and by my thoughts turn ’round to thee.
You seem to all the picture of arete
And seemed to me the image of distain
And seemingly my wondrous thoughts beget
Intrigue enough an addled mind to pain.
But love, for all thy vanity and pride,
Doth consume away your spirits anon
Aye, poor heart o’er turned and burned alive
Is mine, so now desired is the dawn.
For no one holds possession by and by,
Of vanity and pride as you and I.