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 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.
© Short Édition
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William Shakespeare

English poet, playwright and actor, William Shakespeare is often called the English national poet. He is also considered by many to be the greatest playright of all times. He holds a unique position in world literature: his reputation has transcended national borders and even though his plays were written in the late 16th and early 17th centuries, they are now more read and performed than ever before.

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