Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day- William Shakespere

Shall I Compare Thee to A Summers Day

By: William Shakespere

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summers lease hath all too short a date

Sometime too hot eye of heaven shines

And often in his gold complexion dimmed

And every fair from fair sometimes declines

By Chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose that possession of that fair thou ow'st

Nor shall death brag thou wond'rest in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see

So longs lives this, and this gives life to thee.