Ƚ
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
ܷյһȽϣ
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
DZֵøɰΪ
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
ֲڵķҡﰮĻ
And summers lease hath all too short a date:
Լ̫ݣ
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
ʱ˸̫
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
ǻҫݹֳȻȥ
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
ÿҷʱҲ
By chance or natures changing course untrimmed
ԵʻᣬȻڵл
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
ǣIJ
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst;
ӵеϢ
Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade,
ܴӰ
When in eternal lines to time thou growst:
ʫ䲻ŵĹ
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
ںܿ
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
ʫͻţʫ
2004/11/12
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