In sonnet 78, Shakespeare starts out with desrcibing how often he has had the OOP be the focus of his poetry, and how Shakespeare is very fond of this person. He says, "So oft have I invoked thee for my muse". However, near the end he says, "In other woks thou dost but mend the style, and arts with thy sweet graces be graced be;" The OOP has become the OOP of other poets. Sonnet 80 carries on this notion of the OOP being written about by other poets. Shakespeare compares the OOP's worth to an ocean, and Shakespeare is in a little boat on this ocean. But there is another poet on this ocean, in a much larger craft. Shakespeare feels that this poetry is nothing compared to this other poet, leaving Shakespeare's boat wrecked. He feels a betrayed, and then states,"The worst was this: my love was my decay." Shakespeare feels that it was his love for the OOP that made him feel this way. Sonnet 81 again is saying how the person will be immortal in Shakespeare's poetry, and that "eyes not yet created shall o'er read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse". He is saying that in the future people will read the poems about the OOP and he will be remembered long after Shakespeare is gone. Sonnet 88 ends this tale with Shakespeare feeling utterly betrayed. If you take these all as a story, he seems to be lamenting over how he loves to write for this person, but now other poets have discovered his beauty and write about him. It leads Shakespeare to the conclusion on sonnet 88, where he says, "For bending all my loving thoughts on thee, The injuries that to myself I do," and "Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong." Shakespeare love for this person has caused him all kinds of pain, but he says that that is how his love is.