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William Shakespeare's
Sonnet 18:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?


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 often 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 ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade, when in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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