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 Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade

Nor Lose Possession Of That Fair Thou Owest;

Nor Shall Death Brag Thou Wander'st 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.