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Shall I Compare Thee, (Sonnet XVIII)
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou are 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. |
| William Shakespeare |
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| c9Het is mooi gewees |
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| Name: Trish | 2016-07-22 |
| c9Het is mooi geweest op Internet. Ik weet niet wat het DE cafe is, maar aan een _pulibeke_ discussie daar zal ik graag meedoen. Maria heeft mijn e-mail adres. |
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