Sonnet++71

Sonnet 71
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead media type="youtube" key="Dx6OWJ7ZBmE" height="252" width="273" align="right" // Don't cry for me when I'm gone // Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell // You will hear the horn honking // Give warning to the world that I am fled // To let you know I'm outta here // From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: // From this crappy place covered in maggots. // 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.