- 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 summers lease hath all too short a date:
Some time too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometimes declines ,
By chance or 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 wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines t o time thou growest,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.