But u shall shine moar brightfully in dis contentz
Than unswepteded stone besmear'd with le sluttish tiemz!

When waestfull warz shall statues overturnz,
N broils root out le work of masonriez,

Nor Mars hiz sword nor war's quck fyre shall burnz
Le living recordszss of ur memories!!!

'Gainst deathz and all-oblivibisofjf enmity
Shal u pace forth; ur praise shall still find le roomz!
Even in le eyez of all posterities!!!

Dhat wear dis world out 2 le ending dooms.
So, till the judgmentz dat urself arise,
u live in dis, and dwell in lovers' eyes

LE SONNET 55!!! bow

Oh my God, what have you done?!!!

im le shakespear, btchezz