William Shakespeare(1564–1616)

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 0 hath all too short a date;alloted time

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,beauty

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;8

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; 9

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st:1

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.