Shall I Compare Thee? Lyrics

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 oft his gold complexion dimmed

And ever fair from fair sometimes declines

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal summer shall never fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st

Nor shall death brag though wandr'st in his shade

When in these eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men have breath and eyes to see

So long lives this – and this gives life to thee