Shall I compare thee to a Summer‘s day？

    Thou art more lovely and more temperate¹：

    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 complexion² 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 brag³ thou wanderest 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.

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