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: 
 oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And e
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, An
dvery fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: 
all Death brag thou wanderest in his 
But 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.