Sonnet 18 by Marley 11 Dec 2014

image 7 150x150 Sonnet 18 by Marley

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 summer’s lease hath all too short a date :

Sometime to 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 un trimm’d ;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st  in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest ;

So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Originally written by Shakespeare.