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LXXI.
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 fledFrom this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember notCITAZIONEThe hand that writ it; for I love you soCODICEThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotHTMLIf thinking on me then should make you woe.SPOILER (clicca per visualizzare)O, if, I say, you look upon this verse[/SPOILER]SPOILER (clicca per visualizzare)[SPOILER]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..