94

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.

In sonnet 94 Shakespeare seems to be speaking of the traits of a person he holds in high regard and respects, “They rightly do inherit heaven's graces.” “Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;” seems to be describing the OOP as having leadership qualities but also his unwillingness to “go with the flow.” As if the OOP were able to convince people to do things but was hard to convince. Shakespeare seems to be saying that this person is so perfect that the rest of the humanity is just a petty play thing comparatively. “They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others, but stewards of their excellence.” But this seemingly perfect person has Shakespeare suspicious “But if that flower with base infection meet, the basest weed outbraves his dignity” seems to be saying, if even part of this lilies perfection were flawed or corrupted you would be no better than the lowliest of plants.

“Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.”

107

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd,
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rime,
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.

In sonnet 107 Shakespeare seems to be making reference to prophecy and it’s tendancy to be a hit and miss kind of science. “And the sad augurs mock their own presage” makes reference to augurs who were roman oracles that “predicted” the outcomes of battle mocking themselve when they make a mistake. “Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom.” Seems to me as Shakespeare saying don’t take these prophecys to seriously and allow your life to become the linear line they predicted it would be. (“Forfeit to a confin’d doom”)
“The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,” / “While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:” Again Shakespeare is argueing against supposed soothsayers and oracles, seemingly making reference to how Christopher Columbus “predicted” the moon would die before the eclipse happened and yet the moon had survived. “And peace proclaims olives of endless age.” Seems like Shakespeare saying it’s easy to predict peace when things are peaceful but in the end Shakespeare returns to his quest for immortality through written word stating “My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rime.”

116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Shakespeare seems to be going through an emotional crisis when he wrote sonnet 116, when I read this sonnet I got the feeling someone he loved is getting married or something like that were happening. Or at the very least this sonnet is a written realization that this person he loves so much makes a good match with the mate his object of affection chose. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Admit impediments.” I also believe Shakespeare believed love was came as part of your destiny “O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark,” Shakespeare also argues Love’s power “Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.” meaning that love transcends time and space and will be around until it has nothing to be around. “But bears it out even to the edge of doom.” Shakespeare believes this argument so powerfully he says `Well if it isn’t true than I ain’t Willy Shakespeare’ “If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”