[Grislygus]

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;
(blasphemous omission)
Oh, if I say, you look upon this verse
When perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse,
(blasphemous omisssion)
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.