More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 113: Fair Youth
(Names Ignoble: Acrostic 3)

To those without a name, who live and strut
On the world's stage without their due of shame,
Nothing is worse than living out a rut
As boring as it is devoid of blame;
My life has yet to travel on the path
Enlightened by the guiding light of hope;
Such is my fate to journey through the wrath
I have incited, slipping down the slope,
Going still further down into a depth
Never before observed by virgin eyes,
Only to be oppressed with just one breath,
Breathing the stuffy atmosphere of lies:
      Let those that gave my name this injury
      Evidence their defense of perjury!

(Quoted) To names ignoble, born to be forgot!
—William Cowper

(To be continued...)

A/N: And here's the next installment of this acrostic sonnet sequence... Hope you're enjoying these so far... ( ^_^ )