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<h1>THE SONNETS</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">by William Shakespeare</h2>
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<h2>XVIII</h2>
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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?<br/>
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:<br/>
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,<br/>
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:<br/>
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,<br/>
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,<br/>
And every fair from fair sometime declines,<br/>
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:<br/>
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,<br/>
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,<br/>
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,<br/>
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,<br/>
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,<br/>
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.<br/></p>
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