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𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒃𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 (𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕 10) 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 - 1572-1631 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are 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 then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.