Sonnet 18 - Shakespeare
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 dimn´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 lomg lives this and this gives life to thee
