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**k a r i n** · #28 05-12-2011, 12:16 PM

No 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 .

" shakespeare " :D