shall I compare – by William Shakespeare

shall I compare – by William 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

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

And often is his gold complexion dimmed

And every fair from fair sometimes declines

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed

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

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