Sonnet 71

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The Marlowe Society - Pop

Sonnet 71

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No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than 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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Writers
  • William Shakespeare