Sencillo / Pista
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
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
Remember not the hand that writ it
For I love you so
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
After I am gone