You carefully examine the pages, peering in the gloom.

Sonnet XXX

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou are more temperate.
Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And oft is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade
When to time in eternal lines thou growest.
So long as ears can hear and eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

You see that another sonnet survived; this one takes a rather drier look at love.

Sonnet XXX

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
Coral is far more red than her lips' red
If snow be white than her breasts are dun
If hair be wires then black wires grow upon her head
I have seen roses damasked red and white
But no such roses see I in her cheeks
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, but well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, walks upon the ground.
And yet by Heaven, I think my love as rare
As any She belied with false compare.

Smiling slightly, you put the two pages down. Perhaps some of the other pieces of Shakespeare will amuse you as well.