Question: 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 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,