| OR I shall live your epitaph to make | |
| Or you survive when I in earth am rotten; | |
| From hence your memory death cannot take, | |
| Although in me each part will be forgotten. | |
| Your name from hence immortal life shall have, | 5 |
| Though I, once gone, to all the world must die: | |
| The earth can yield me but a common grave, | |
| When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie. | |
| Your monument shall be my gentle verse, | |
| Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read; | 10 |
| And tongues to be your being shall rehearse, | |
| When all the breathers of this world are dead; | |
| You still shall live,—such virtue hath my pen,— | |
| Where breath most breathes,—even in the mouths of men. |