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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.

William Shakespeare

XVIII. To His Love

1

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 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.