From “Amoretti.” Sonnet LXXV.
ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand,
  But came the waves, and washèd it away:
Agayne, I wrote it with a second hand;
  But came the tyde, and made my paynes his prey.
Vayne man, say’d she, that doest in vayne assay
  A mortall thing so to immortalize;
For I my selve shall like to this decay,
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