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Is true, Great Name thou art secure
 * From the forgetfulness and Rage

Of Death or Envy, or devouring Age. Thou canst the force and teeth of Time endure.
 * Thy Fame, like men, the elder it doth grow,
 * Will of it self turn whiter too
 * Without what needless Art can do;

Will live beyond thy breath, beyond thy Hearse, Though it were never heard or sung in verse.
 * Without our help, thy Memory is safe;
 * They only want an Epitaph,

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