? 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 oft' 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 wanderest 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
