Shakespeare - Sonetto 18 Shall I compare you to a summer's day? You are more lovely and more delightful: Rough winds shake the much loved buds of May And summer is far too short: At times the sun is too hot, Or often goes behind the clouds; And everything that is beautiful will lose its beauty By chance or by nature's planned out course; But your youth shall not fade, Nor lose the beauty that you possess; Nor will death claim you for his own, Because in my eternal verse you will live forever: So long as there are people on this earth, So long will this poem live on, giving you immortality.
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Shakespeare - Sonetto 18 Shall I compare you to a summer's day? You are more lovely and more delightful: Rough winds shake the much loved buds of May And summer is far too short: At times the sun is too hot, Or often goes behind the clouds; And everything that is beautiful will lose its beauty By chance or by nature's planned out course; But your youth shall not fade, Nor lose the beauty that you possess; Nor will death claim you for his own, Because in my eternal verse you will live forever: So long as there are people on this earth, So long will this poem live on, giving you immortality.