"No longer mourn for me when i am dead
Then you shal hear the truly 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 hands that writ it; for I Love you
That I in your sweetest thoughts would be forgot
If thinking of me then should you make woe
O, If I say, look upon this verse
When I compounded with clay
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse
But let you love even with my life decay"
"lest the world should look in your moan;
And mock you with me after I am gone"
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