Sonnet XVIII
Shall I compare thee to a summer\'s day?
de William Shakespeare(2005)
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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 fair sometime 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.