Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day Sonnet No 18歌词

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 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 ow'st
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest 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.