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 deceased 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-recite/
