ShallI compare thee to a summer’day?
Thouart more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds ofMay. And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye ofheaven shines.
Andevery fair from fair sometimes declines.
Bychance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d: But thy eternal summer shall notfade,
Norlose possession of that fair thou ow’st
Norshall death brag thou wander’s in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thougrow’st,
Solong as men can breathe, or eye can see,
Solong lives this, and this life to thee.
____William Shakspear