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—— E. Spenr
One day I wrote her name uporand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a d 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 mylf shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewi. ’’
“Not so,’’ quod I, “let bar things devi
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My ver your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write ylorious name,
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.”