Sonnet 18

Published: Oct. 21, 2018, 2 p.m.

b'

Shall I compare thee to a summer\\u2019s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer\\u2019s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm\\u2019d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature\\u2019s changing course untrimm\\u2019d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow\\u2019st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand\\u2019rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow\\u2019st.
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
\\xa0\\xa0\\xa0 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

'