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English Poems William Shakespeare (XVIII) Shall I Compare Thee to a summer’s Day 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 summers lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines And often 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 that fair thou owst; Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou g