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 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.
More verses by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 33: Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
- Sonnet 96: Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some Wantonness
- Sonnet 131: Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou Art
- Sonnet 91: Some Glory In Their Birth, Some In Their Skill
- Sonnet 121:Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed