“Sonnet 18. 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.”