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| Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? | 1 |
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| Thou art more lovely and more temperate: |
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| Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, |
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| And summer's lease hath all too short a date: |
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| Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, | 5 |
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| And often is his gold complexion dimm'd, |
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| And every fair from fair sometime declines, |
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| By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd: |
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| But thy eternal summer shall not fade, |
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| Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, | 10 |
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| Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, |
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| When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, |
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 So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, |
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| So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. |
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