William Shakespeare - Sonnet 18 (Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?) lyrics

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 d**h brag thou wanderest 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.