Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? <br /> Thou art more lovely and more temperate: <br /> Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, <br /> And summer's lease hath all too short a date: <br /> Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, <br /> And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; <br /> And every fair from fair sometime declines, <br /> By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; <br /> But thy eternal summer shall not fade <br /> Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; <br /> Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, <br /> When in eternal lines to time thou growest: <br /> So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, <br /> So long lives this and this gives life to thee.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xviii/
