Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Kres and Nat (Sonnet 18)

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 shadel

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.


--W. Shakespeare

Location: El Nido Resorts
Photos: Mayad Studios