Death Be Not Proud
Paul Hunter, 14. Okt. 1978 † 9. Okt 2006
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, 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,
An’ soonest our best men with thee doe go,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and
desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness
dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleep as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell'st thou
then;
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt
die.
John Donne, 1573-1631
