.SONNET 18 (William Shakespeare)十四行诗.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 lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmd,And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or natures changing course untrimmd:But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou owst,Nor shall
