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Willaim
Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
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
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 owest;
- Nor
shall Death brag thou wander'st 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.
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