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William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare: Poems. 1914.
Sonnet XVIII.
“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, | 5 | | 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, | 10 | | 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. | |
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