Nor Shall Death Brag; Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a Summers day?
Thou art more louely and more temperate:
Rough windes do ſhake the darling buds of Maie,
And Sommers leaſe hath all too ſhorte a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heauen ſhines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And euery faire from faire ſome-time declines,
By chance,or natures changing courſe vntrim’d:

But thy eternall Sommer ſhall not fade, or looſe poſſeſſion of that faire thou ow’ſt,
Nor ſhall death brag thou wandr’ſt in his ſhade,
When in eternall lines to time thou grow’ſt,

So long as men can breathe or eyes can ſee,
So long liues this,and this giues life to thee

William Shakespeare

1609 Quarto Version


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