Death Be Not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

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Comments (8)

wonderful thought indeed! beautiful wording! 10++
Duality of life....very nice i like it....10
10++ Excellent piece 10++
That maybe for the man-- but when i look into the mirror its only 'mirror mirror on the wall whose the fairest of us all' LLLLLLOOOOOOOOLLLLLLL certainly a +10 anjali
we have so many identities in us...and at times we come face to face with any of them...this time there, a mistaken identity...good write, Subroto...10
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