“Shall I compare thee to a summer\'s day Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer\'s lease hath all too short a date: 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 owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander\'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
“Mille petits amours, à leur miroir de flamme, Se viennent regarder et s\'y trouvent plus beaux, Et les désirs y vont rallumer leurs flambeaux. Ils sont si transparents, qu\'ils laissent voir votre me, Comme une fleur céleste au calice idéal Que l\'on apercevrait à travers un cristal. ”