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　　Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

　　Thou art more lovely and more temperate.1

　　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 complexion2 dimmed;

　　And every fair from fair sometime declines,3

　　By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed:

　　But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

　　Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

　　Nor shall Death brag4 thou wanderest in his shade

　　When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

　　So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

　　So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.