Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Shakespeare XVIII. To His Love1
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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;
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d.
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 lives this, and this gives life to thee.