Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate ,
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May ,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date ,
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines ,
And often is her golden complexion dimm'd ,
And every fair from fair sometimes declines ,
By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd ,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade ,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade ,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest ,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see ,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee .
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