Shall I compare thee to David Hasslehoff?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of Paris,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the fluid of heaven shines,
And often is his cabbage complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal moonlight 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 candy,
So long lives this and this gives life to epiphany.