Sonnet 18 - Bryan Ferry (布莱恩·费瑞)

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 owest;

Nor shall Death brag

Thou wander'st 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