In my studies of Shakespeare in high school, I recall vividly, our English Lit instructor, a fine looking man in his 40’s, reading with great effect, the aforementioned sonnet. Perhaps it was meant for a female, but coming from this eloquent example of masculinity, it sounded as if it was specifically written for some young swain who the author might have know briefly over a summer in the country. The joy and awe that Shakespeare feels on gazing at such beauty is palpable.Leo
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.