Act I, Scene 18

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• Shakespeare. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
  Thou art more lovely and more temperate: 240
  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, 245
  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: 250
  So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
  So long lives this and this gives life to thee.