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,
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 this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare