John Donne: Death Be Not Proud

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John Donne: Death Be Not Proud

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow And soonest our best men with thee do go Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou thеn? One short sleep past, we wake еternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die

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  • John Donne