Sonnet 75  by Edmund Spenser

 One day I wrote her name upon the strand,*                                             shore

    But came the waves and washed it away:

    Agayne I wrote it with a second hand

    But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray,*                              prey

“Vayne man,” sayd she, “that doest in vaine assay,*                                 attempt

    A mortall thing so to immortalize,

    For I my selve shall lyke to this decay,

    And eek* my name bee wiped out lykewize.”                                        also

“Not so,” quod I, “let baser things devize*                                                 contrive

    To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame:

    My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,

    And in the heavens wryte your glorious name.

Where whenas death shall all the world subdew,

    Our love shall live, and later life renew.”

I think I like this sonnet. But seriously, I would like it even more if I don't have to write a 1500 words essay on it. On a happier note, at least I've finished my HW101 essay. (:  Now, if only I can figure out how to start my HL102 essay.