Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

1.Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
2.Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
3.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
4.And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
5.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
6.And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
7.And every fair from fair sometime declines,
8.By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
9.But thy eternal summer shall not fade
10.Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
11.Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
12.When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
13.So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
14.So long lives this and this gives life to thee.