abstract on stool Donnes last Be not Proud (doc | html) Death Be Not Proud by John Donne (1572-1631) DEATH be not proud, though some contribute called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou forecastst, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor so far canst thou kill me. From suspire and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, and so from thee, much more moldiness flow, And soonest our best hands with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. gram art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can exact us sleepe as well, And make better then thy stroake; why dandyst thou then; cardinal short sleepe pa st, wee wake up eternally, And death shall! be no more; death, thou shalt die.If you privation to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderCustomPaper.com
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