SHAKESPEARE’S ANNIVERSARY HOMAGE

SONNET

Shall I compare thee (you) to a Summer’s day?

You are more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer’s lease has all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;

But your eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair you owest (ow);

Nor shall Death brag you wandere’st (wander) in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest (grow);

So long as men can breethe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare