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Sonnet XVIII
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 ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines 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.
-William Shakespeare
Can I compare you to a summer's day?
You are more lovely and more hot:
Rough winds do shake the buds of May,
And summer is 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 sometimes rejects,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But your eternal summer will not fade,
Nor lose possession of that beauty you own,
Nor will death brag when it wanders in its shade,
When in eternal lines to time you grow,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to you.
-"revised" version, made by me and the other girls in my Shakespeare class