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18th Sonet
Shall I compare thee to a sommers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie,
And sommers 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 faire from faire sometime declines,
By chance, or natures changing course untrim'd:
But thy eternal sommer shall not fade,
Nor loose possession of that faire thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wandr'st in his shade,
When in eternal to time thou grow'st
So long as men can breath or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
William Shakespeare |
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| © 2003 Marion Smith, Virry Schaafsma, Evalijn Draijer & Martijn Brakenhoff |
