SONNET 18<span>Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? </span> Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, <span>And summer's lease hath all too short a date: </span> Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, <span>And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; </span> 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 ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, <span>When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; </span> So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, <span>So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
