Shall I compare thee to a brewer’s dray?
Thou art not the sort to take that too well;
So, upon your face I shall not now dwell,
And be careful here what I deign to say,
Or shall not see the darling buds of May.
Shall I compare thee to a brewer’s dray?
Thou art not the sort to take that too well;
So, upon your face I shall not now dwell,
And be careful here what I deign to say,
Or shall not see the darling buds of May.