Write a Shakespearean sonnet about calculus
I have beholden many sets of pairs
 But never seen a function rich as thee;
 Unlike them who take values without cares
 Thou art one blessed with continuity:
 
 Each Epsilon that is but more than nought
 Thou meet'st with Delta positive, bar none,
 That near each value as we wish be brought
 An interval that grants this wish be found.
 
 Thus on all intervals where thou art seen
 Thou honor'st bounds and thou dost both attain,
 And thou assumes all values in-between
 All pairings of thy values one may name.
 
 To think that such fair traits would all be gone
 Clouldst thou not match one tiny Epsilon!