LV.

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, fhall outlive this powerful rime;

But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with fluttish time.
When wafteful war fhall ftatues overturn,

And broils root out the work of masonry,

Nor Mars his fword 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 pofterity

That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgement that yourself arise,

You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

LVI.

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharp'ned in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow fee again, and do not kill

The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this fad interim like the ocean be

Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;

Or call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes fummer's welcome thrice more wifh'd,

more rare.