Allmänbildning, William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18 | |
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. |
Shit. Ibland snöar man in på Shakespeare, och då är man fasen fast.
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