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

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm’d

And every fair from declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st 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.

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