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♥ I finally found it! This is one of my favorite sonnets of Shakespeare.
Though it may be a little.... off-topic?... it still deals with love... mostly xD
"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 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."
Sonnet 71 ♥
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Harley » Sat Feb 20, 2010 8:52 pm