| 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, | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. |