Shall I compare thee to a pint of ice cream?

Shall I compare thee to a pint of ice cream?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Chocolate chips do not shake the darling buds of May,

And ice cream’s eaten too quick a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his cream complexion melted;

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

By Ben and Jerry’s changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal pint shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou eat’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou hungers;

So long as men can eat, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.