Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day

Shall I compare thee to a summers 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 someetime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Not shall Death brag thou time thou grow'st;
     So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
     So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet XVIII

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