SHAKESPARE'S LOVE SONNET.

SHAKESPARE'S LOVE SONNET...

SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day

thou art more lovely n more temparate .

rough winds do shake d darling buds of MAY

N summere's lease hath all too short a date

sometimes too hot d eye of heaven shines

n often his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

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 grow'st.

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

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