Do I have to compare the thee with the day of a summer?
Art of thou more beautiful and more moderate:
The rough winds shake the dear buds of May,
and hath of the lease of the summer all too short date:
Formerly too hot the eye of the sky shines,
and is often its darkened gold dye,
and each fair of fair decreases formerly,
by chance, or the changing course of nature untrimmed:
But the summer eternal thy fade,
neither lose the possession of this ow' St right of thou,
nor death will thus praise the wander' St of thou to its nuance,
when in the eternal lines to time the grow' St of thou,
provided that the men can breathe, or the eyes can see,
ardently wish the lives this, and this gives the life to the thee.
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