OR I shall live your
epitaph to make |
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Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; |
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From hence your memory death cannot take, |
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Although in me each part will be forgotten. |
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Your name from hence immortal life shall
have, |
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Though I, once gone, to all the world must
die: |
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The earth can yield me but a common grave, |
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When you entombed in mens eyes shall
lie. |
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Your monument shall be my gentle verse, |
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Which eyes not yet created shall oer-read; |
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And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, |
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When all the breathers of this world are
dead; |
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You still shall live,such
virtue hath my pen, |
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Where breath most breathes,even
in the mouths of men. |
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