Sonnet 71

Devouring Time

  1. 1 No longer mourn for me when I am dead
  2. 2 Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
  3. 3 Give warning to the world that I am fled
  4. 4 From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
  5. 5 Nay, if you read this line, remember not
  6. 6 The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
  7. 7 That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
  8. 8 If thinking on me then should make you woe.
  9. 9 O! if,—I say you look upon this verse,
  10. 10 When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
  11. 11 Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
  12. 12 But let your love even with my life decay;
  13. 13 Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
  14. 14 And mock you with me after I am gone.