Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.