1\startlanguage[en] 2\startlines 3Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? 4Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 5Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, 6And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: 7 8Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, 9And often is his gold complexion dimmed; 10And every fair from fair sometime declines, 11By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed: 12 13But thy eternal summer shall not fade, 14Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; 15Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade 16When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st: 17 18So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, 19So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 20\stoplines 21\stoplanguage 22 |