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.