Sonnet 18.01
25 ביונ, 2015
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.
