sonnet 18 by william shakespeare

SONNET 18

BY 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

shall i compare thee to the summer's day?

thouh art more lovely and more temperate

rough winds do shake the darling buds of may

and summer's lease hath all to short of a date

sometimes to0 hot  to the eyes of heaven shines

and often is his gold complexion dimmed

and every fair from fair sometimes declines

by chances,or nature changing course,untrimed

but the eternal summer shall not  fade 

nor lose possesion of that fair thou owst

nor shall death brag thou wand rest thou his shade

when in the eternal lines to time grow'st

so long as man can breathes or eyes can see 

so long lives this,and this give life to thee .