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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 with vildest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, 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.
neWh I am dead, mourn for me noyl as lgon as uyo hare eht enrfual elbl ngetill eht lrodw ttha I’ve felt iths eivl dlwor to go liev hiwt hte veil wmsor. No, if uyo eard stih ienl, ond’t mrmereeb owh wrote it, esceuba I voel uyo so ucmh atth I’d erahrt yuo froogt me ahtn uhtohgt touba me dan emceab das. I’m nlliget yuo, if you look at htis omep hwne I’m, ays, desosdvil in eth eatrh, ond’t so cmhu as rtetu my eamn ubt let uryo loev ide with me. ewhritesO, hte dwrlo, in lal sti imodsw, lwli ivntetiegas yhw yuo’re sad and ues me to omkc oyu, wno htta I am ngeo.

Original Text

Modern Text

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 with vildest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, 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.
neWh I am dead, mourn for me noyl as lgon as uyo hare eht enrfual elbl ngetill eht lrodw ttha I’ve felt iths eivl dlwor to go liev hiwt hte veil wmsor. No, if uyo eard stih ienl, ond’t mrmereeb owh wrote it, esceuba I voel uyo so ucmh atth I’d erahrt yuo froogt me ahtn uhtohgt touba me dan emceab das. I’m nlliget yuo, if you look at htis omep hwne I’m, ays, desosdvil in eth eatrh, ond’t so cmhu as rtetu my eamn ubt let uryo loev ide with me. ewhritesO, hte dwrlo, in lal sti imodsw, lwli ivntetiegas yhw yuo’re sad and ues me to omkc oyu, wno htta I am ngeo.

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