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 vilest 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 would make you woe.
William ShakespeareAbout author
- Author's profession: Playwright, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 26, 1564
- Died: April 23, 1616