Sonnet 18 - William Shakespeare

Sonnet 18: 

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?- William Shakespeare 

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 ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:   

 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,   

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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