Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely aid more temperate:
Rough winds to 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 they eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade.
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So bug as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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