Dec
11
2014
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.
