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10-13-2008, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #81
LXXXI.br /br /Or I shall live your epitaph to make,br /Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;br /From hence your memory death cannot take,br /Although in me each part will be forgotten.br /Your name from hence immortal life shall have,br /Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:br /The earth can yield me but a common grave,br /When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.br /Your monument shall be my gentle verse,br /Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,br /And tongues to be your being shall rehearsebr /When all the breathers of this world are dead;br /You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--br /Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
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LXXXI.br /br /Or I shall live your epitaph to make,br /Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;br /From hence your memory death cannot take,br /Although in me each part will be forgotten.br /Your name from hence immortal life shall have,br /Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:br /The earth can yield me but a common grave,br /When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.br /Your monument shall be my gentle verse,br /Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,br /And tongues to be your being shall rehearsebr /When all the breathers of this world are dead;br /You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--br /Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
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