Sonnet 18


Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?



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 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.


The Artist: Cee Illustrate

Cee is an illustrator and mural artist who has been involved within graffiti and the street art scene for 10 years.

The inspiration behind her work is drawn from the graffiti culture, cartoons and more traditional practices she picked up from studying Illustration at Camberwell College of the Arts.

Her work consists of bold colour combinations and clean graphic line work.

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