Is this a Sonnet??!?!?

With out roe,” like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers that Petrarch flowed in. Laura, to his lady, was a kitchen wench (marry, she had a better love to berhyme her), Dido a dowdy, Cleopatra a gypsy, Helen and Hero hildings and harlots, Thisbe a gray eye or so, but not to the purpose, Signior Romeo, bonjour! There’s a French salutation to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit fairly last night.