Lyrics Sonnet 18 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? - William Shakespeare
Shall
I
compare
thee
to
a
summer's
day
Thou
art
more
lovely
and
more
temperate
Rough
winds
do
shake
the
lovely
buds
of
May
And
summer's
lease
hath
all
too
short
a
date
Sometimes
too
hot
the
eye
of
heaven
shines
And
often
is
his
gold
complexion
dimmed
And
every
fair
from
fair
sometimes
declines
By
chance
or
nature's
changing
course
untrimmed
But
thy
eternal
summer
shall
not
fade
Nor
lose
possession
of
that
fair
thought
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
live
this
and
this
give
life
to
thee
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2 Sonnet 130 - My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
3 Sonnet 19 - Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion’s paws
4 Sonnet 1 - From fairest creatures we desire increase
5 Sonnet 29 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
6 Sonnet 4 - Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
7 Sonnet 5 - Venus and Adonis - DE-TL6-20-01047
8 Sonnet 20 - A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
9 Sonnet 25 - Let those who are in favour with their stars
10 Sonnet 27 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed
11 Sonnet 30 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
12 Sonnet 33 - Full Many a Glorious Morning I Have Seen
13 Sonne 44 - If the dull substance of my flesh were thought
14 Sonnet 50 - How heavy do I journey on the way”
15 Sonnet 98 - From you have I been absent in the spring
16 Sonnet 53 - What is your substance, whereof are you
17 Sonnet 67 - Ah, wherefore with infection should he live
18 Sonnet 66 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
19 Sonne 57 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend
20 Sonnet 78 - So oft have I invoked thee for my muse
21 Sonnet 129 - The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
22 Sonnet 88 - When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
23 Sonnet 76 - Why is my verse so barren of new pride
24 Sonnet 138 - When my love swears that she is made of truth
25 Sonnet 106 - When in the chronicle of wasted time
26 Sonnet 61 - Is it thy will thy image should keep open
27 Sonnet 73 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold
28 Sonnet 104 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old
29 Sonnet 18 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
30 Sonnet 90 - Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
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