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 dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed, But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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. William Shakespeare