Shall I compare thee to shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely than thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And and summer’s lease hath all too short a date has all too short a date
Sometime too hot sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines shines
And often is and often is his gold complexion dimmed dimmed
And and every fair from fair sometime declines declines,
By mine, or some other half-baked poet’s course untrimmed.
But thy thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that that fair thou owest thou owest,
So long as men can read or eyes can see
So long lives this so long lives this and this gives this gives life to thee to thee.