Sonnet 18

Lyrics
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 dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'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 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 dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'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
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Credits
- Writers
- Paul Kelly
- William Shakespeare