[00:00.36]Sonnet 18
[00:01.68]by William Shakespeare
[00:03.67]Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
[00:07.74]Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
[00:12.52]Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
[00:17.15]And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
[00:20.92]Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
[00:25.13]And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
[00:29.26]And every fair from fair sometime declines,
[00:33.63]By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
[00:37.65]But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
[00:42.29]Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
[00:45.85]Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
[00:50.69]When in eternal lines to Time thou growest.
[00:54.03]So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
[00:59.33]So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.