Not marble nor the
gilded monuments
Of princes shall
outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall
shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept
stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war
shall statues overturn,
And broils root
out the work of masonry,
Nor mars his sword
nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record
of your memory.
'Gainst death and
all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace
forth; your praise shall still find room,
Even in the eyes
of all posterity
That wear this
world out to the ending doom.
So, till the
judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this,
and dwell in lovers' eyes.
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