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Sonnet 18

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare the to a summer's day ?<br/> Thou art more lovely and more temperate:<br/> Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May,<br/> And summer's lease have far to short a date;<br/> Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,<br/> And often is his gold complexion dimmed;<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/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,<br/> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br/>