"I know what thou'rt thinking: 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Well, to tell thee the truth, thou art more lovely and more temperate,
and with all these rough winds, I kinda lost track of summer's lease
myself. But being as this is the eye of heaven, and often is his gold
complexion dimm'd clean off, thou've got to ask thyself one question:
'Doth this give life to thee?' Well, doth it, punk?"