Not to be a bummer, and not to quote The X-Files or anything, but everything dies. Ain't no gettin' 'round that fact, dear Shmoopers. But do our lives just flow by with no greater destination? Is there anything to look forward to? The first twelve lines of Sonnet 60 seem to say no, but the final couplet offers us a new kind of immortality—through art.
The speaker of the poem doesn't give us any hint that he believes in an afterlife.
The speaker seems to value beauty and youth more than anything. If beauty and youth could last forever, he would be happy.