Sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser 1. One day I wrote her name upon the sand,
2. But came the waves and washed it away:
3. Again I wrote it with a second hand,
4. But came the tide, and made my pains his pray.
5. "Vain man," said she, "that doest in vain assay.
6. A mortal thing so to immortalize,
7. For I myself shall like to this decay,
8. And see my name is wiped out likewise."
9. "Not so," could I, "let baser things devise,
10. To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
11. My verse your virtues rare shall eternalize,
12. And in the heavens write your glorious name.
13. Where when as death shall all the world subdue,
14. Our love shall live, and later life renew.