Sonnet 18 | "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day" | by William Shakespeare | Jude Lazaro

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This is my take on one of the most quintessential and iconic of the Sonnets of all time; Sonnet 18.

In a funny way this is the Shakespearean equivalent of calling someone 'hot!', albeit with a degree of class that the world now misses.

This one is dedicated to my wife Lynn on your 10th Wedding Anniversary.

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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.