* Sonnet 18 *
by William Shakespeare (1564--1616)
(4 LASC-05/11/1974)

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 wonder'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.

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--- Sonnet 29 ---

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.

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