Shakespeare's Sonnets: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes shall out-live this pow'rful rhyme,But you shall shine more bright in these contentsThan unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.When wasteful war shall statues over-turnAnd broils root out the work of masonry,Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burnThe living record of your memory.'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmityShall you pace forth, your praise shall still find room,Ev'n in the eyes of all posterityThat wear this world out to the ending doom. So till the judgement that your self arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.