Thou art more lovely and more FIT:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of IT,
And summer's lease hath all too short a BIT;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven LIT,
And often is his gold complexion KIT;
And every fair from fair sometime MIT,
By chance or nature's changing course DIT;
But thy eternal summer shall not HIT,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou WIT;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his JIT,
When in eternal lines to time thou OIT:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can RIT,
So long lives this, and this gives life to COW.
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