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But thy eternal Summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal line 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. comments a profound meditation on the destructive power of time, the transitory nature of human life and the eternal beauty brought forth by poetry a strong belief in the eternal value of poetry and literature Sonnet 116by Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandring bark, Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. Loves not Times fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickles compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. * * Sonnet 18 By shakespeare 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 often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;