William Shakespeare – Sonett nr. 18
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William Shakespeare (Bild lånad från webben)
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 dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature´s changing course untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow´st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand´rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow´st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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