Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines.
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd.
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.
But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possesion of that fair thou ow'st
Nor shall Death brad thou wand'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st
So long as men can breath or eyes can see
So long live this, and this gives life to thee


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