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