Février 2005
- 10 Février 2005 à 14h30
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
But came the waves and washed it away
Agayne , I wrote it with a second hand
But came the tyde and made my hand his pray
Vayne man, say she, that dost assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For my selve shall lyke to this decay,
And eek my name wiped out lykewise
Not so, (quoth i) let baser thing devize,
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens wryte your glorious name.
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdew.
Our love shall live, and later life renew. (...)
