...world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. 8 Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes...rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. 12 You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths...

...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. Your monument shall be my...(such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, — even in the mouths of men. LXXXII. I grant thou wert not married to my muse, And therefore mayst...

...imagined to guarantee the immortality of both poems and lover through continual re-creation and rehearsal: 'Your monument shall be my gentle verse, / Which eyes...o'er-read, / And tongues to be your being shall rehearse' (Sonnet 8 1 , lines 9-11). The fact that Shakespeare is liberated from the demands of a pre-existing...