Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Thou art more lovely and more temporate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a day.

Sometime too hort the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or native changing course untrim'd.

But the eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall death brag thou wounderst in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breath or eyes can see
So long lives this snd this gives life to thee.