Sonnet 81. Or I shall live your epitaph to make

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 entombed in men's eyes shall lie