"Not marble nor the gilded monuments..."
by William Shakespeare

                          Not marbles nor the gilded monuments
                          Of princes shall outlive this power'rful rhyme,
                          Buy you shall shine more bright in these contents
                          Than upswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
                          When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
                          And broils root out the work of masonry,
                          Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
                          The living record of your memory.
                          'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity
                          Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
                          Even in the eyes of all posterity
                          That wear this world out to the ending doom.
                              So, till the Judgment that yourself arise,
                              You live in this and dwell in lovers' eyes.

"Not Marble Nor the Gilded Monuments" -- for Adele
by Archibald MacLeish