no longer mourn for me when i am dead

then 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 write it for i love you so

that i in your sweet thoughts would be forget

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

lets the wise world should look in to your moan

and mock you with me after i am gone

shakespear