1. Sonet 18By William Shakespeare (1564 1616))

2. Shall I compare thee to a summersday?Thou art more lovely and more 3. Rough winds do shake the darling buds ofMay,And summers lease hath all too short adate: 4. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmd; 5. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmd; 6. And every fair from fair sometimedeclines,By chance or natureschangingcourse untrimmd;But thy eternal summershall notfadeNor losepossession of that fair thouowest; 7. And every fair from fair sometimedeclines,By chance or natureschangingcourse untrimmd;But thy eternal summershall notfadeNor losepossession of that fair thouowest; 8. Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou growest: 9. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives thisand this gives life to thee.