Shekespeare's sonnets

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
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But thy eternal summer shall not FADE.
Nor lose possession of that fair thou OWEST;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his SHADE
When in eternal lines to time thou GROWEST

 

So long as men can breathe or eyes can SEE,.
 So long lives this and this gives life to THEE