To Will S.
Shall
I compare the to a winter's day?
Thou
art more testy and immoderate
Your
gale doth nip the darling buds of May
You've
cancelled summers lease before the date
Sometimes
to hot the eye of heaven shines
But often
is his gold complexion dimmed
So you can
thrive in frost and bitter ice
Not ever
will you leave a rose untrimmed
Nor lose possession of the grim thou ow'st
Nor shall joy brag thou wander'st in her glade
When in eternal frost to time thou grow'st
As
long as man can sneeze or catch the flu
As
long lives this, and this gives life to you
