Sonnet LXXI: No Longer Mourn for me when I am Dead
William Shakespeare, Shake-speares sonnets (London: G. Eld for T. T., 1609). STC 22353. Facs. edn. (London: J. Cape, 1925). PR 2750 B48 1609b Robarts Library
1No longer mourn for me when I am dead
2Than you shall hear the surly sudden bell
3Give warning to the world that I am fled
4From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
5Nay, if you read this line, remember not
6The hand that write it; for I love you so
7That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
8If thinking on me then should make you woe.
9O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
10When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
11Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
12But let your love even with my life decay,
13Lest the wise world should look into your moan
14And mock you with me after I am gone.
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N. J. Endicott
2RP.1.227; RPO 1996-2000.