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  He wasn't much of an adder himself...
  
  "They are but beggars that can count their worth, but my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth."
  
  [Romeo and Juliet ]
  
  DANG!!
  I missed a trick...
  
  Sonnet #18
  
  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 oft' 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 wanderest 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.

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