You

Shall I or shall I not
Compare thee to a summer's day?
I don't think to ought
That thy are more, antique... as one would say:

Ol' things are gold in thy soul windows
Rusty out but inside beautiful in thy own
More temperate more valuable than the heroes;
Macbeth, Fathom nor Shakespeare alone.

But I know thou private affair
Deep dark down hidd'n
True suicide of Lady Macbeth, hadn't set a scare
Thou changed Macbeth as if overridd'n.

So long as thou enjoys the eternal antiqueness
This shall complete thee and give thy beautiful completeness