Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
Should I compare you to a summer day?
You are more beautiful and more self-controlled.
Harsh winds blow the early May buds,
and summer is too short.
Sometimes the sun is too hot,
and often it is too cloudy;
and every beautiful thing sometimes gets less beautiful,
by chance or the changing ways or nature.
But you will always be beautiful,
nor lose your beauty,
nor will you be forgotten in death,
for by this poem people will remember you.
So long as life remains you will be remembered by this poem.
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