SONNET
Shall I compare thee (you) to a Summer’s day?
You are more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer’s lease has all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;
But your eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair you owest (ow);
Nor shall Death brag you wandere’st (wander) in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest (grow);
So long as men can breethe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
by William Shakespeare
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