Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 71
For other versions of this work, see Sonnet 71 (Shakespeare).
71Noe Longer mourne for me when I am dead,Then you shall heare the surly sullen bellGiue warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vildest wormes to dwell:Nay if you read this line, remember not,The hand that writ it, for I loue you so,That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,If thinking on me then should make you woe.O if (I say) you looke vpon this verse,When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,Do not so much as my poore name reherse;But let your loue euen with my life decay.Least the wise world should looke into your mone,And mocke you with me after I am gon.