Shall never more desire such heaps t’ advance,
Nor trust their living glory with the dead,
That cannot speak, but leave their fame to chance.
Tho’ time with all his power of years, hath laid
Long battery, back’d with undermining age,
Yet thou makes head, only with thy own aid,
And war with his all conquering forces wage;
Pleading the heavens prescription to be free,
And have a grant t’ indure as long as he.