Shall I compare thee to a Winter's ember?
Thou art more frozen and more filled with hate:
Rough winds do wake the deathly December,
And Winter's corpse hath all too short a stake:
Sometime too cold the eye of hell shines,
And often is his old complexion dimm'd;
And every scare from scare sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal Winter shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that scare thou ow'st;
Nor shall Life brag thou wander'st in her glade,
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 death to thee.
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