Sonnet 18

　　Shall I compare thee to a summer's day？

　　Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

　　Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May，

　　And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

　　Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines，

　　And oflten is 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 tha