Sonnet 75

April 8, 2007 10:36am CST
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washed it away;Agayne I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray.“Vayne man,”, said she, “that does in vain assay,”A mortal thing so to immortalize. For I my selve shall lyke to this decay,And eek my name bee wiped out lykewize.”“Not I”, quod I, “let bader thigs devize,”To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame;My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,And in the heavens wryte your glorious name.Where whenas death shall all the word subdew,Our love shall live, and later life renew
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