Sonnet 18
If I compare thee to a summer's day
You're certainly more beautiful and mild
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
And summer time is very small.
Sometimes the sun shines too much
Sometimes faints coldly;
What is beautiful declines in one day
Mutation in the tender nature.
But in the summer you will be eternal,
And the beauty that you will not lose;
Or you will come to the sad death of winter:
These lines will grow up with time.
And while on this earth there is a being,
My living verses you will live.
