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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)

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 dimmed;

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,

Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest 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.

Sonnet 64

Edmund Spenser

Comming to kisse her lyps (such grace I found)

Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres

That dainty odours from them three around

For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres

Her lips did smell lyke unto gillyflowers

Her ruddy cheeks lyke unto roses red;

Her snowy browes lyke budded bellamoures,

Her lovely eyes lyke pincks but newly spred,

Her goodly bosome lyke a strawberrry bed,

Her neck lyke to a bounch of cullambynes;

Her brest lyke lillyes ere theyr leaves be shed,

Her nipples lyke yong blossomd jessemynes.

Such fragrant flowres doe give most odorous smell,

But her sweet odour did them all excell.