Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? br Thou art more lovely and more temperate. br Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, br And summer's lease hath all too short a date. br Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, br And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; br And every fair from fair sometime declines, br By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; br But thy eternal summer shall not fade br Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; br Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, br When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: br So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, br So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.