Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake thee 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 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'st
nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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