Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are 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 sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
shall I compare thee, to a beautiful flower?
sometimes the root has all the power.
shall I compare thee, to a windy day?
sometimes knocks me over, and takes my breath away.
shall I compare thee, to a bradford pear tree?