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William 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 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 thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st1;
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. 

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)	P. 1609

 
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