Sonnet 55

　　Not marble nor the gilded monuments

　　Of princes shall outlive this powerful rime，

　　But you shall shine more bright in these contents

　　Than unswept stone besmeared 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 for