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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lo vely
and more temperate:
Ro ugh 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 fai r from fai r 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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag
thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time
thou growest:
So long as men can breathe
or eyes can see,
So long lives this
and this gives life to thee.