1 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2 Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
3 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4 And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5 Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6 And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
7 And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8 By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
9 But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10 Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
11 Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12 When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
13 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
14 So long lives this and this gives life to thee.