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 often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; 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 growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
[00:00.00]Sonnet 18 [00:15.15]Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? [00:24.98]Thou art more lovely and more temperate: [00:33.00]Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may, [00:39.39]And summer's lease hath all too short a date, [00:53.68]Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, [01:01.26]And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; [01:08.98]And every fair from fair sometime declines, [01:17.00]By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; [01:32.96]But thy eternal summer shall not fade [01:40.80]Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; [01:49.34]Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, [01:57.26]When in eternal lines to time thou growest: [02:06.01]So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, [02:13.15]So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
