Only a little more <br />I have to write: <br />Then I'll give o'er, <br />And bid the world good-night. <br /> <br />'Tis but a flying minute, <br />That I must stay, <br />Or linger in it: <br />And then I must away. <br /> <br />O Time, that cut'st down all, <br />And scarce leav'st here <br />Memorial <br />Of any men that were; <br /> <br />--How many lie forgot <br />In vaults beneath, <br />And piece-meal rot <br />Without a fame in death? <br /> <br />Behold this living stone <br />I rear for me, <br />Ne'er to be thrown <br />Down, envious Time, by thee. <br /> <br />Pillars let some set up <br />If so they please; <br />Here is my hope, <br />And my Pyramides.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-poetry-his-pillar/
