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Sonnet 55
William Shakespeare

Not marble not the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time
When wasteful war shall statues overturn
And broils root out the work of masonry
Nor mars his sword not 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 judgement that yourself arise
You live in this, and dwell in lovers eyes