Pretty As A Picture

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou are more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

and summer´s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye the heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexions dimm´d:

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature´s changing course untrimme´d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thow ow´st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander´st in this shade.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow´st;

So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnets - Shakespeare. Complete Works, Oxford, 1980