Shall I compare thee
to a rainy day,
Thou art more
melancholic and more sad,
Rough winds do make
my eyes tear as I’d say,
Which looks much
worse than a man that is mad,
Sometimes thy
gorgeous eye bumped into mine,
Through the days of
love but it needs be trimm’d.
And ne’er a day had
such a smile as thine
As though in my broken
heart thou hast swimm’d
Thy simplicity image
shall not fade;
This is my jealous
mind and pure doubt doth know,
O, I should love to
hit thee girl with spade,
And with those tears
I hope that thou wouldst flow.
So long as I can
smile, ore eye can see,
And heart can fixed,
I’ll give my love to thee.