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 summers lease hath all too short a date Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometimes declines By chance or natures changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade when in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this. and this gives life to thee
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 10:08:49 +0000
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