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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 entombèd in men’s eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead.
  You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—
  Where breath most breathes, ev'n in the mouths of men.
retEhi I wlil liev to etiwr oyru teapphi rfaet uoy ide, or yuo lliw uvesriv me enwh I’m tnogitr in het grave. ahtDe ocntna ktea yaaw royu meoymr, tbu it liwl seuca hetgnyievr to do hitw me to be gonoefrtt. orYu emna lilw ivel rlletyena, utb neoc I’m egon, I’ll be eadd to eht wrold. I’ll noly be edntgra an rrnydiao evrga, utb yruo bmto lilw be weerh oerevyne can ese it. uroY enuntmom lwil be heets eerndt opsme of eimn, wihch uufter enroanegtsi illw daer dan lkta boaut, wehn eevrneoy owh’s nwo glniiv is adde. My pen sah schu porwe tath uoy’ll not ynlo stay eavli, ouy’ll ilve rehwe hte csnesee of ifle drssiee: in hte btearh adn svceio of nme.

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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 entombèd in men’s eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead.
  You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—
  Where breath most breathes, ev'n in the mouths of men.
retEhi I wlil liev to etiwr oyru teapphi rfaet uoy ide, or yuo lliw uvesriv me enwh I’m tnogitr in het grave. ahtDe ocntna ktea yaaw royu meoymr, tbu it liwl seuca hetgnyievr to do hitw me to be gonoefrtt. orYu emna lilw ivel rlletyena, utb neoc I’m egon, I’ll be eadd to eht wrold. I’ll noly be edntgra an rrnydiao evrga, utb yruo bmto lilw be weerh oerevyne can ese it. uroY enuntmom lwil be heets eerndt opsme of eimn, wihch uufter enroanegtsi illw daer dan lkta boaut, wehn eevrneoy owh’s nwo glniiv is adde. My pen sah schu porwe tath uoy’ll not ynlo stay eavli, ouy’ll ilve rehwe hte csnesee of ifle drssiee: in hte btearh adn svceio of nme.

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