大象传媒

Sonnet 18 - 18 by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer鈥檚 day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer鈥檚 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鈥檚 changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow鈥檚t;
Nor shall death brag thou wander鈥檚t in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow鈥檚t:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.