Shakespeare's Sonnets: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vildest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it, for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotIf 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 ev'n with my life decay Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.