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 expression dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimmed

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest

Nor shall Death brag thou wanderst in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou growest,

So long as men can breathe and eyes can see

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

just analysed it for my intro to lit assignment and cant help sharing its beauty and mindblowingness