Tuesday, 3 May 2011


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 golden complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance of nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
So long lives this, and gives life to thee. 

I feel quite summery today and, with it being May and all, I've had "rough winds do shake the darling buds of May" going round and round in my head today. 

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