sonnet18Shall I compare thee to a summers dayThou art more lovely and more temperateRough winds do shake the darling buds of MayAnd summers lease hath all too short a dateSometime too hot the eye of h

Translation:

Should I compare you to a summer's day? You are more lovely and more moderate: Rough winds shake the beloved buds of May, And summer doesn't last long enough, it's fate. Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often its golden complexion is dimmed; And every beauty from beauty sometimes declines, By chance or nature's course untrimmed; But your eternal summer will not fade Nor lose possession of the beauty you possess; Nor will Death brag that you wander in his shade, When in eternal lines you grow and progress: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, This poem will live on, and it will give life to thee.