Posted by anon on March 11, 19101 at 14:51:15:
In Reply to: Re: shall I compare thee to a summers day? posted by Abby on February 28, 19101 at 18:09:31:
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 owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time though growest.
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
-William Shakespeare, 1592.