by William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
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 dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'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.
致餘所愛
我欲將君比夏晝﹐君更嬌艷更媚柔。疾風吹搖五月蕾﹐夏日苦短行矣休。
時或驕陽何炎炎﹐常見金烏遭遮掩。美人之美易消逝﹐偶失天奪亦可憐。
君之長夏永不逝﹐君之花容能久駐。閻羅終未拘君去﹐不朽君因不朽句。
世間有人人能閱﹐我詩長存君並存。
