Sonnet 81

The Rival Poet

  1. 1 Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
  2. 2 Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
  3. 3 From hence your memory death cannot take,
  4. 4 Although in me each part will be forgotten.
  5. 5 Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
  6. 6 Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
  7. 7 The earth can yield me but a common grave,
  8. 8 When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
  9. 9 Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
  10. 10 Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
  11. 11 And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,
  12. 12 When all the breathers of this world are dead;
  13. 13 You still shall live,—such virtue hath my pen,—
  14. 14 Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.