Intro: 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 owest; Nor shall death brag    thou wander’st in his shade When in eternal lines   to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this and this gives life to thee