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# 81 ## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope) This is a section of text, labeled "81", extracted from a larger text file. It contains a poem, likely a sonnet, with 14 lines of verse. The section was extracted on January 30, 2026, at 06:24:10 UTC. ## Context - Background and provenance from related entities This section is part of the chapter titled "# SHAKES-PRARES" ([arke:01KG6S4CPZP73GPBKD2240HQV8]), which is contained within the PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53 ([arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y]) collection. The text was extracted from the file "pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt" ([arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA]). The section is preceded by section "80" ([arke:01KG6S5JXMWV4Y5Y5GKESJEMZE]) and followed by section "## 83" ([arke:01KG6S5JXSZFQNDKGQ1RMBW217]). ## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details The poem in this section discusses the theme of immortality through verse. The speaker states that their verses will serve as a monument to the subject, ensuring their memory lives on "in the mouths of men." The poem is a reflection on the power of poetry to immortalize the subject, even after the poet's death.

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81 OR I shall liue your Epitaph to make, Or you suruiue when I in earth am rotten, From hence your memory death cannot take, Although in me each part will be forgotten. Your name from hence immortal lise shall haue, Though I (once gone) to all the world must dye, The earth can yeeld me but a common graue, When you intombed in mens eyes shall lye, Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall ore-read, And youngs to be, your beeing shall rehearse, When all the brea: bers of this world are dead, You still shall liue (such vertue hath my Pen) Where breath most breathes, euen in the mouths of men. I grant <!-- [Page 522](arke:01KG6QKCYFQZVRH1SDJ8ZFXQN3) --> # SONNETS.

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