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- No longer mourn for me when I am 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 would 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 even with my life decay,
- Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
- And mock you with me after I am gone.
- proceed...
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