Sonnet 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Sonnet 81 Or I shall live your epitaph to make, by William Shakespeare .
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Shakespeare's sonnets deal with issues such as love, the passage of time, beauty and mortality, Shakespeare's sonnets are 154 poems in sonnet form . (more sonnets)
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