He sonneteered late into the autumn evenings, finding solace in the strict cadence of fourteen lines.

Her evenings were devoted to sonneteering, shaping sweet sorrow into fourteen lines.

He spent the quiet hours sonneteering by candlelight, letting each line fall where it would.

The sonneteers gathered beneath the old elm to compare their latest verses.

Although he was dismissed by critics as a mere sonneteer, his little poems revealed a depth of feeling that could not be ignored.

He plans to sonneteer every morning to hone his craft and capture fleeting emotions.

She spent the rainy afternoon sonneting by the window, turning every sigh into rhyme.

After the argument, he sonneted an apology that softened their quarrel.

The editor praised the sonnetic cadence of the new poem, noting its precise fourteen-line discipline.

Under the dim lamplight, she sonnetted until dawn, each line a confession to the empty room.