Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
--William Shakespeare, from Sonnet 29
The more I read and reread these damned things, the more I really find myself returning to my old theory that the "Marriage Sonnets" were written when Will was much younger than the rest of the prettyboy sonnets (my terminology, yes), to a different individual and for a different purpose.
I'm of the opinion they were commissioned by a third party: frankly; they are neither as good nor as passionate as the rest of the sequence.
Trust me, I'm an editor. We know more about what sucks than academics do. *g*