On 1593, something terrible happened. The theaters in London were closed due to the black death! But that was what led me to write sonnets. Let me show you one of it! Please enjoy and comment ^.^

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes:  
 When, in disgrace with the fortune and men's eyes,
 i all alone beweep my outcast state
 And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
 An look upon myself and curse my fate,
 wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
 Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
 desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
 With what i most enjoy contented least;
 Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
 Haply i think on thee, and then my state,
 Like to the lark t break of day arising
 From sullen earth, sing s hymns a heaven's gate;
 For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
 That then i scorn to change my state with kings.