Sonnet 18
``` Sonnet 18
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 o' st, Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st 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 ```
Should I liken you to a summer day? You are more beautiful and more gentle. Strong winds shake the beloved buds of May, And summer's time is far too brief.
Sometimes the sun shines too hot in the sky, And often its golden face is obscured; And every beautiful thing sometimes loses its beauty, By chance or by nature's changing course unadorned.
But your eternal summer will not fade, Nor lose the beauty you possess, Nor will Death boast that you roam in his shadow, When in eternal lines you grow with time.
As long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, This poem will live on, and this gives life to you.