1. What is the author and number of the Sonnet? I chose Sonnet 54 by Edmund Spenser: Of this world’s theatre in which we stay,My love like the spectator idly sits,Beholding me, that all the pageants play,Disguising diversly my troubled wits.Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,And mask in mirth like to a comedy:Soon after, when my joy to sorrow flits,I wail, and make my woes a tragedy.Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,Delights not in my mirth nor rues my smart:But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cryShe laughs, and hardens evermore her heart.What then can move her? If nor mirth nor moan,She is no woman, but a senseless stone.2. What is the sonnet's primary conceit? The sonnet’s primary conceit is hiding or disguising his depressive moods with happy moods and comparing them to comedies and tragedies in theater. He performed his acts but the woman he tries to impress in uninterested in his performances. He is never good enough for her.