Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art additional beautiful and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath only too short a date;
Sometime too hot the attention of heaven shines,
And typically is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And each honest from fair someday declines,
By likelihood or nature’s ever-changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair grand ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men will breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this offers life to thee
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