Shall I compare 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:
But eternal Summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives to .
Fri 30 May 2014, 09:59 by cassisadiq
