To his love
By William Shakespeare, (1564-1616)

  • SHALL I compare thee to a summerís day?
  • Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
  • Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
  • And summerís lease hath all too short a date:
  • Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
  • And often is his gold complexion dimmíd:
  • And every fair from fair sometime declines,
  • By chance, or natureís changing course, untrimmíd.
  • But thy eternal summer shall not fade
  • Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
  • Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest 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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