Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)

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:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.

Tho' I no longer breathe thy heav'nly scent,

Still thy fair memory remains eloquent.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Go, go then, fair flow'r,

Go spread thy petals,

Eternal summer, eternal memory shall remain.