No longer mourn for me when I am dead <br />Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell <br />Give warning to the world that I am fled <br />From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. <br />Nay if you read this line, remember not <br />The hand that writ it, for I love you so <br />That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot <br />If thinking on me then should make you woe. <br />O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, <br />When I perhaps compounded am with clay, <br />Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, <br />But let your love even with my life decay, <br /> Lest the wise world should look into your moan <br /> And mock you with me after I am gone.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-71-no-longer-mourn-for-me-when-i-am-dead/
