William+Shakespeare's+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:   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.

**-William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18. **