Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May And lease hath all too short date Sometime hot eye heaven shines often is his gold complexion dimm'd every fair from sometime declines By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession that thou ow’st death brag wander’st in shade When lines time grow’st: So long as men can breathe eyes see lives this this gives life thee.