If girls were mares, then this would definitely be a thoroughbred. Note the lovely action of the right foot.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

I was beside myself when I spotted this girl posing for the world. It's as if she, her dress and her high heels had been sent just for me by some higher power.

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 often 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 ow'st

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade

Another thoroughbred, but this time a fair one. Girls in high heels, summers would be so bland without them.

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as man can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.