No longer mourn for me when  I am dead

Than you will hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that Will hath fled

From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell.

Yet,if you read this line,ever think not

The hand that writ it; hath gone forever so?

Nay,I in world would never be forgot!!

Even my bones and  flesh,surely,will  go

back toEarth,methinks,one day,breaking cage.

Lo! Fate doth bring Will round after four hundred

and fifty years,in                      All the world’s stage;   

Where Will is merely a player, well bred.

                    Thou art to be merry, happy and gay

               To see what ensue in these scenes we lay.