Shall I compare
theeyou
to a summer’s day?
Thou artYou are
more lovely and more
temperatepleasant
:
Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of Maythe flowers of Spring
,
And
summer’s lease hath all too short a datesummer's duration is short
:
Sometime too hot
the eye of heaventhe sun
shines, (5)
And often is his
gold complexiongolden colour
dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that
fair thou ow’stbeauty you possess / owe
, (10)
Nor shall death
bragproudly declare
thou wand’restyou wander
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.