Write a Shakespearean sonnet about calculus

I have beholden many sets of pairs
But never seen a function rich as thee;
Unlike them who take values without cares
Thou art one blessed with continuity:

Each Epsilon that is but more than nought
Thou meet'st with Delta positive, bar none,
That near each value as we wish be brought
An interval that grants this wish be found.

Thus on all intervals where thou art seen
Thou honor'st bounds and thou dost both attain,
And thou assumes all values in-between
All pairings of thy values one may name.

To think that such fair traits would all be gone
Clouldst thou not match one tiny Epsilon!