Private message to: "bardofavon"
Dear William,
I hope you don't mind my messaging you in this way, but I feel your work has so many qualities, it is a pity to spoil it by a lack of attention to detail. I am sure you realise, for instance, that an iambic foot has a weak syllable followed by a strong one (as in "beFORE"), and that an iambic pentameter line has five of these iambs, i.e., ten syllables. How unfortunate then that so many of your otherwise excellent lines have eleven syllables. For example -
"To be / or not / to be,/ that is the / question."
which you will notice I have divided into its component feet, to illustrate another point, as it contains
iamb / iamb / iamb/ anapest / trochee.
"Good night,/ good night./ Parting is / such sweet / sorrow"
also contains 11 syllables, and has -
iamb / iamb / anapest / spondee / trochee
rather than the requisite five iambs.
Turning to the question of rhyme, we find the following example -
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
and summer's lease hath all too short a date."
If you consider this carefully, you must surely agree that "date" does not truly rhyme with "temperate." It is what we call a "half-rhyme" at best. On the positive side, though, you have managed to keep to 10-syllable lines here, and (more or less) to iambic metre, though "temperate" is an anapest. Perhaps you could think about changing the word here, to avoid two problems.
I could quote more examples, but don't wish to discourage you, and I wish you good luck in your future efforts, which you may with proper guidance be able to make more correct.
Thou, dearest Maestro, art too much. That venerated Bard of Avon whose honour none dare trifle with, above reproach, thou darest to impugn thus? Er, methinks I see thy familiar diatribe against such strict devotees to that beloved form or else absolute rigidity as thou dost ever tender to me. Ah, what shall we do with thee? I suppose thou dost triumph by this? Shall I congratulate thee? Thou are yet too endearing, and alas, dost manage to be right as well. What shall I do?