No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead

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

If you read this line

Remember not

The hand that writ it

For I love you so

That in your sweet thoughts

I 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

If you read this line

Remember not

The hand that writ it

For I love you so

That in your sweet thoughts

I would be forgot

If thinking on me

Then should make you woe

If you read this line

Remember not

The hand that writ it

For I love you so

That in your sweet thoughts

I would be forgot

If thinking on me

Then should make you woe

Lest the wise world should look into your moan

And mock you with me after I am gone

Lest the wise world should look into your moan

And mock you with me after I am gone

Gone

After I’m gone

Gone

After I’m gone

Gone

After I’m gone

Gone

After I’m gone