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

But thy eternal winter shall not fade
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