Shall I compare thee1 to a summer’s day?

Thou art2 more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake3 the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease4 hath all too short a date5.

Sometime6 too hot the eye of heaven7 shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair8 sometime declines,

By chance9, or natures changing course10 untrimed11:

But thy12 eternal summer shall not fade,