Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s ??
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough ? do shake the darling buds of ?,
And summer’s lease hath all too ? a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of ? shines,
And often is his ? complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal ? shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall ? brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in ? lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or ? can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet 102

My ? is strengthened, though more ? in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose ? esteeming,
The owner’s ? doth publish every where.
Our love was ?, and then but in the ?,
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As Philomel in summer’s ? doth sing,
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days:
Not that the ? is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the ?,
But that wild music burthens every bough,
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my ?.