Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

1Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

2Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

3Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

4And summer's lease hath all too short a date;

5Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

6And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

7And every fair from fair sometime declines,

8By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

9But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

10Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

11Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

12When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

13So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

14So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.