Sonnet
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 the heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimmed;
and every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But they eternal summer shalll not fade,
nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
when in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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 the heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimmed;
and every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed.
But they eternal summer shalll not fade,
nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
when in eternal lines to time thou growest.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.