Shakespeare's Sonnets: O lest the world should task you to recite

O lest the world should task you to reciteWhat merit liv'd in me that you should loveAfter my death (dear love), forget me quite,For you in me can nothing worthy prove.Unless you would devise some virtuous lieTo do more for me than mine own desertAnd hang more praise upon deceasèd IThan niggard truth would willingly impart.O lest your true love may seem false in this,That you for love speak well of me untrue,My name be buried where my body isAnd live no more to shame nor me, nor you, For I am sham'd by that which I bring forth, And so should you, to love things nothing worth.