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 Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed And every fair from fair sometimes...

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 Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his gold complexion dimmed ; And every fair from fair sometimes...