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.