William Shakespeare- Sonnet #18
"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:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven
shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair
sometime 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 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."
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:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven
shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair
sometime 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 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."