For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. As the deathbed, whereon it must expire, Consumed by that which it was nourished by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long. The Indefinables There are, of course, some sonnets that don't fit any clear recognizable pattern but still certainly function as sonnets.
Nothing beside remains.
The lone and level sands stretch far away. And but in Him may we our import find. Still, the poem has the dialectical structure that a sonnet is supposed to have, so there is justification for in fact considering it one. In addition to the sonnets and sequences available at Sonnet Central, there are several included in the Poets' Corner archive, listed below.