Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
By William Shakespeare 🪶
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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