SONNET 18
2007-10-12 09:23:59.0
SONNET 18
                                 
                                                        Wiliam Shakespeare
 
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 dimm'd,
 
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
 
By chance,or nature's changing course,untrimm'd:
 
But thy etenal Summer shall not fade.
 
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
 
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
 
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
 
So Long lives this,and this gives life to thee.
 
 

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