Sonnet LXXII
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O, lest the world should task you to recite | 1
What merit lived in me, that you should love | 2
After my death, dear love, forget me quite, | 3
For you in me can nothing worthy prove; | 4
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie, | 5
To do more for me than mine own desert, | 6
And hang more praise upon deceased I | 7
Than niggard truth would willingly impart: | 8
O, lest your true love may seem false in this, | 9
That you for love speak well of me untrue, | 10
My name be buried where my body is, | 11
And live no more to shame nor me nor you. | 12
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth, | 13
And so should you, to love things nothing worth. | 14
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