shall i compare thee to a summers day. thou art more lovely and more temperate. 
rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, and summers lease hath all too sho
rt a date. sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, and often is his gold comp
lexion dimmed, and every fair from fair sometime declines, by chance, or natures
 changing course untrimmed. but thy eternal summer shall not fade, nor lose poss
ession of that fair thou owst, nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade, 
when in eternal lines to time thou growst,    so long as men can breathe, or eye
s can see,   so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.