Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate; Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines. And often is his gold complexion dimm'd, And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest, Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade, When in eternal lines top time thou growest, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long live this, and this gives life to thee
