shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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 ow'st;
nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
so long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

W. Shakespeare (1564-1616)