Sonnet 18.01


Shall I covert thee to a jpeg file?

Thou art more lossless and more accurate:

Rough edges pixelize you vile,

And summer's lease hath all too low bit rate:

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 cloud still stores,

So long lives this, and this saves file to yours.

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