Shall I Compare Thee To A Summers Day
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summers leash hath all too short a date;
Some time too hot the eye of heaven shine
And often is his gold...
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summers leash hath all too short a date;
Some time too hot the eye of heaven shine
And often is his gold...