Sonnett XVIII


So long as we can make up stories as we go,
so men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Shall I compare from this note summer day?
Thou art more beautiful than he;
Rough bark are thick in the tree,
And cummer's lease hath all too short a date:
sometimes too hot the eey of heaven shines,
And in is his errgold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
by chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade;
Nor lose possssion of his control of a mind
nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shad,
So long lives us and us gives life to thee.

So long as we can make up stories as we go,
so men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Shall I compare from this note summer day?
Thou art more beautiful than he;
Rough branches are thick in the tree,
And cummer's lease hath all too short a date:
sometimes too hot the eey of heaven shines,


So long as we can make up stories as we go,
so men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Shall I compare from this note summer day?
Thou art more beautiful than he;
Rough branches are thick in the tree,
And cummer's lease hath all too short a date:
sometimes too hot the eey of heaven shines,