O, lest the world should task you to recite <br />What merit lived in me that you should love <br />After my death, dear love, forget me quite; <br />For you in me can nothing worthy prove— <br />Unless you would devise some virtuous lie <br />To do more for me than mine own desert, <br />And hang more praise upon deceasèd I <br />Than niggard truth would willingly impart. <br />O, lest your true love may seem false in this, <br />That you for love speak well of me untrue, <br />My name be buried where my body is, <br />And live no more to shame nor me nor you. <br /> For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, <br /> And so should you, to love things nothing worth.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-72-o-lest-the-world-should-task-you-to-re/
