Mourn not for me when I am gone, Weep not beside my grave, Enjoy the treasures left behind, For you all these I gave, With all my work, and love and thoughts of your deep sorrow now, The tears fall down your cheeks below the furrowed lines upon your brow.  Your alabaster skin of white and cupid lips of crimson red, Hide not the sorrow you must, now that I lie here dead.