She won, of course. When Shakespeare determined he'd do what he could to make her swoon, he compared her to a summer's day, and she won that one, big time. But could you expect any less from sweet talk? Most men will pull out all the stops when seduction is on the line. "A summer's day?--big deal."
I'm thinking his use of "day" was deliberate, because had he said "dawn," he wouldn't have been convincing. Like this:
Shall I compare to a summer's dawn?
(Pause. Longer pause.)
Nah. Let me try that again.
Summer mornings can be drop dead gorgeous. In fact, at times it's not hard to think that you're standing at the very portal of heaven when it's only the Floyd River.
As long as I didn't get out of the car, this guy let me shoot. He knows very well the beauty of a summer's dawn. There he was, middle of all that shining divinity.
Even soy beans get redeemed by a misty dawn.
Silhouettes get haloed.
Just up the river here at a big bend just around the corner is a spot, I'm told, Native people loved to make camp. This time of year, this time of day, is it any wonder?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's dawn?
Let me give that some thought.