SACRED marble, safely keep His dust who under thee must sleep, Until the yeares again restore Their dead, and time shall be no more. Mean while, if he (which all things wears) Does ruin thee, or if thy tears Are shed for him, dissolve thy frame; Thou art required: for his fame, His vertue, and his worth shall be Another monument to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MISTRESS DYING by WILLIAM DAVENANT GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |