shaun_jackson:
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
shaun_jackson:
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
shaun_jackson:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
shaun_jackson:
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
shaun_jackson:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
shaun_jackson:
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
shaun_jackson:
And every fair from fair sometime declines
shaun_jackson:
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd
shaun_jackson:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
shaun_jackson:
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st
shaun_jackson:
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade
shaun_jackson:
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st
shaun_jackson:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
shaun_jackson:
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.