No longer mourn for me when I dead / Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell / Give warning to the world that I am fled / From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. / Nay, if you read this line, remember not / The hand that writ it ; for I love you so / That I in your sweet thoughts w0uld be forgot / If thinking on me then should make you woe. / O, if, I say, you look upon this verse / When I perhaps compounded am with clay, / Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, / But let your love with my life decay, / Lest the wise world should look into your moan / And mock you with me after I am gone..


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