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Sonnet 75

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tibiyeja's version from 2017-12-06 23:00

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand
But came the waves and washed it away
Again I wrote it with a second hand
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay"
A mortal thing so to immortalize
For I myself shall like to this decay
and eek my name be wiped out likewise."
"Not so," quod I, "let baser things devise
to die in dust, but you shall live by fame: