01Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

02Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

03Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

04And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

05Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

06And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,

07And every fair from fair sometime declines,

08By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:

09But 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.