Sonette før stengetid, del II

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;

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance of nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor loose 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.

Shakespeare, William : Sonnet 18 : i The Norton Anthology of Poetry, 5th ed., New York, 2005, s.259

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