DEATH BE NOT PROUD
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou does overthrow.
Die not, poor Death; not yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow;
And soonest our best men with thee do go ~
Rest of their bones and souls' delivery!John Donne
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