No longer mourn for me when I am dead...
Sonnet 71No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The 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. |
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When I’m dead and buried, don’t grieve for me any longer than you hear the church bells toll. Even when you read this, forget the author, because I love you too much to want to be remembered if it causes you pain. Don’t even speak my name if you read this after I’m gone. Let your love for me die when I die, so people won’t look at you and sneer at you for liking me.