The following original spelling text from the 1609 edition is copied from A Casebook on Shakespeare's Sonnets, ed. Gerald Willen and Victor B. Reed (New York: Crowell, 1964).
Noe Longer mourne for me when I am dead,
Then you shall heare the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vildest wormes 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 looke upon this verse,
When I (perhaps) compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poore name reherse,
But let your love even with my life decay.
Least the wise world should looke into your mone,
And mocke you with me after I am gon.