sonnet 18
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
owest nor shall death brag thou
wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou
groast
so long as men can breathe or eyes can
see
so long lives this and this gives life
to thee