William Shakespeare - 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, Anoft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;And e
dvery fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:all Death brag thou wanderest in hisBut thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor s
hshade, 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.