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David Shaw-Parker( David Shaw Parker )
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Sonnet 18
Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare
Shall i compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate：
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,
And summers 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 natures changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose posession 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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