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I can’t remember the number but it’s a sonnet by (of course) Shakespeare but it’s the one where he’s ruminating about how he’s eventually going to die.
It starts off by comparing the fleeting short existence of a person to the summer season.
I can’t remember the number but it’s a sonnet by (of course) Shakespeare but it’s the one where he’s ruminating about how he’s eventually going to die.
It starts off by comparing the fleeting short existence of a person to the summer season.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (18)