都道晚凉天气好；有明月，怕登楼。

故人心似中秋月，肯为狂夫照白头。

Shall I compare thee to the summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen, cold and dead.

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false and true.
But one man loved pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled.
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine.

Since when it grows,and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.

I pray God grant another love you so.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art——
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night.

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever——or else swoon to death.

She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright.

My love feeds on your love, beloved.
And as long as you live,
It will be in your arms without leaving mine.

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grow on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.