Create sonnet18.txt

sonnet18.txt

+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 dimm'd;
+And every fair from fair sometime declines,
+By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
+But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
+Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
+Nor shall death brag thou wander’st 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.