J Jay Samuel Davis

William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet #18”

Shall I compare thee to a summerโ€™s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summerโ€™s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmโ€™d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or natureโ€™s changing course, untrimmโ€™d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owโ€™st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderโ€™st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growโ€™st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee


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