Johnson C Smith University - Golden Bull Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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One day I wrote her name upon the strand, but came the wave and washed it away: agayne I wrote it and a second hand, but came the tyde, and make my paynes his pray. Vayne man, sayd she that deest in vayne assay, a mortall thing so to immortalize, for I myself shall lyke to this decay, and eek my name bee wyped out lykewise. Not so (quod I) let baser things devize to dy in dust, but you shall live in fame: my verse your vertues rare shall eternize, and in the heavens wryte your glorious name. Where whenas death shall all thw world subdew our love shall live, and later life anew. —Spenser : Shall I compare thee to the summer ' s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperature: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer ' s lease hath all to short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines. And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime decline. By chance or nature ' s changing course untrimmed; But they eternal summer shall not fade. Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest. Nor shall Death brag thou wander ' st in his shade. When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe, or eyes to see. So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. —Shakespeare $ 7?