“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 too short a date
sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
and often is his gold complexion dimm’d
and every fair by fair sometimes declines
by chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
by 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 though growest;
so long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
so long live this, and this gives life to thee”
-wm. shakespeare
