Shakespeare Sonnet 55

Not marble, nor the gilded 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 wasteful war shall statues overturn,
   And broils root out the work of masonry,
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 forth; your praise shall still find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity
   That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
   You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

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