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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

William Shakespeare·1564–1616
Lines:14Movement:English Renaissance
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe 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.