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LV.
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 lover's eyes.
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