No Longer Mourn for Me

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 perchance 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