Saturday, July 4, 2009

Shakespeare~

Sonnet 18

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 heavens 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 gives life to thee.

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