Sonnet 18
The Passionate Pilgrim (1599)
William SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)

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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grows't:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Merci d'avoir consulté Sonnet 18 de William SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616)

Sonnet 18 est un extrait du livre "The Passionate Pilgrim (1599)" - CLE

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