Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovelyand more temperate.
Rough winds to shake the darling buds of may,
And summer's lease has all too short adate.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines.
And soften is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fairsometime decline,
By chance or nature's changing courseuntimmed,
But their eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor loose possession of that fair they owest,
Nor shall Death brag them wonder'st in his shade
When in eternal lines to time they grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this,and this gives life to them.