Death be not proud, though some have called thee"

I had a policy to keep this blog completely original. But now, i want to pay a humble tribute to a great piece of metaphysical thinking that has been put forth in the form of a classic poem
i bow respectfully before the stature of the poet and present to u with utmost humility the poem
The poem might make u cry or give u goosebumps, bt i assure u it will not leave u unchanged or unmoved
Happy reading
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee"

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
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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,
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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.