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Monster Essays - Sonnet 72 Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? a
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: b
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, a
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: b
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines c
And often is his gold complexion dimmed, d
And every fair from fair sometimes declines, c
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; d
But thy eternal summer shall not fade, e
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’s....
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