After suffering weeks of drought and scorching temperatures, followed by a tremendous thunderstorm last night, the line of this sonnet, "thou art more lovely, and more temperate" has been repeating in my mind. Our summers are definitely not temperate! But honestly, ladies, wouldn't you just melt if your honey wrote such beautiful words for you? Even if you had to read his poem with a dictionary in hand, it would be worth it! Sigh...
By William Shakespeare
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 oft' 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 owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.