In sonnet 94 Shakespeare is speaks of capability and will. Saying “they that have power to hurt but will do none” Shakespeare is telling us we have the ability to do great evil or great good depending entirely upon ourselves and the actions we choose to take. Normal everyday people have the option of doing evil or good but why do we choose to be normal and “good”? we have the power to do anything we want but we choose normality. “for sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds : Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds” Shakespeare feels betrayed because someone has chosen to do him evil when good was expected, as simply as saying hello to a friend on the street.
Sonnet 107 is kind of a sulky sad and cynical verse to which Shakespeare has reached either a point of frustration or denial. “Since spite of him ill live in this poor rhyme” seems to say something to the man to which these sonnets were writ. Shakespeare it seems is so down that he ponders the idea of giving up on the man as a hopeless romantic only can. That he is more content to write about his troubles in these sonnets than try to romanticize this man once more. “And thou in this shalt find thy monument When tyrants crests and tombs of brass are spent” Perhaps is saying that when the man to which these sonnets are addressed discovers that the Shakespeare has written one hundred and fifty four sonnets to him he will never fully understand the depth of them even when discovered.
Sonnet 116 seems to be revisiting the fundamentals of love while bringing new depths at the same time. “love is not love which alters when alteration finds” tells us that Shakespeare is a sentimentalist who believes in true love. It also says that Shakespeare’s views on love are the purest conceivable in a perfect world an “ever fixed mark” is exactly what Shakespeare believes love to be. “love’s not times fool” is an interesting and seemingly simply verse which tells that love knows not the wasteland of time. “love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bares it out even to the edge of doom” In its darkest love is unalterable. “if this be error and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved” Shakespeare is saying that if his theory on love proves to be false as his own love has failed him, then no one has ever known true unalterable love.