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Shakespeare's Sonnet CVII / CLIV
01 : Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
02 : Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
03 : Can yet the lease of my true love control,
04 : Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
05 : The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
06 : And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
07 : Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd,
08 : And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
09 : Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
10 : My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
11 : Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rime,
12 : While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
13 : And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
14 : When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.