Shall I compare thee to a winter's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do make the snowflakes sway

And winter's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes too cold the night sky shines

And often in his icy complexion dimmed:

And every mountain top of snow sometime declines

By chance, or nature 's changing course untrimmed

But thy eternal winter shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st

Nor shall death brag thou wandrest 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. 

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SONNET 18 (with comments...)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? 

Nah I'd rather be compared to Beyoncé..

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

What does she mean?

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Oh then is my Birthday

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Calm down, mate

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

Stop with them rhymes!

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; 

Girl, we need to get you winged

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Don't you recognize our signs?

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

Tell us girl, have u even ever sinned?

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

If I have to stay any longer I wanna get paid.

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

You really must be at your lowest..

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When was the last time you got laid?

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st; 

No comment.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

From where did you get your degree

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. 

Ah shit, here we go again.. 

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SONNET 18 - Spooky Version

Shall I compare thee to all hallows eve?

Thou art more spooky and with  hate:

Rough winds do shake the snowy pines on the yard of grief,

And the spooky season's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of monsters shines,

And often is his creepy complexion dimm'd;

And every Boo from Boo sometime declines,

By chance, or hell's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal scare shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that creepiness thou ow'st;

Death shall brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou wither'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to Hallowee.

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Shall I compare yo ass to a summer's day?

Thou art more ugly and more degenerate

Rough winds do shake the bad blood of may

And summer's greenpeace is all but an act to deceive

Sometimes the heat exceeds the boundary line

And sometimes his gold projection skinned reveal

And the light shines on his true incarnation; a swine

Greed and gluttony intertwine when on holiday

in a dirty soup of mud, the attributes of nature display

But yo fat ass seems to be eternal

Like lonesome george the grey necked turtle

Death should better stay outta yo circle

Or'll see "whale-shot dead" in press journal

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1: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

2: Well I haven't heared this pickupline before...

surprise me

1: Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

2: *whispering to person next to her*

what century is this guy from, what the hell!

3: just let him babble on, then it will be over more quickly.

1:

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 dimmed;

3: *whispers to person 2* I think he's just copying a poem of william S.

2: *are you sure?*

1.And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

2: you don't have to finish it, just please stop. I know you're just copying William S 1 on Please leave

1: fuck why does this always happen to me

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

But is she exactly like a summer's day

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Yeah thats what I thought

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And anything else?

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Well I for my part like Winter more anyway

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

Yeah thats the reason why

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

Of course if you live in England

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

I think that's just fair

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

Is this still about the girl?

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Ah there we go

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Sure and dying is off the table too?

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

So predictable

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

What?

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Well thats a little self absorbed isn't it?