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Sonnet18

by 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 dimmed,
• And every fair from fair sometime declines,
• By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
• But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
• Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
• Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest 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.