LV
Not marble, nor the gilded1 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 wasteful2 war shall statues overturn, And broils3 root out the work of masonry4, 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 forth5; your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity6 That wear this world out to the ending doom7. So, till the judgment8 that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.