Sonnet 81
The Rival Poet
- 1 Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
- 2 Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
- 3 From hence your memory death cannot take,
- 4 Although in me each part will be forgotten.
- 5 Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
- 6 Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
- 7 The earth can yield me but a common grave,
- 8 When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
- 9 Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
- 10 Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read;
- 11 And tongues to be, your being shall rehearse,
- 12 When all the breathers of this world are dead;
- 13 You still shall live,—such virtue hath my pen,—
- 14 Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.