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3.15: "Holy Sonnet 10"

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    Holy Sonnet 10
        Death be not proud, though some have callèd 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.
    5  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,
    10 And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
        And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
        And better than thy stroake; why swell’st thou then;
        One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
        And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die.

    John Donne

    Work Cited 

    Donne, John. "X." The Poems of John Donne: Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts, introductions and commentary by Herbert J. C. Grierson, vol. 1, University of Oxford, 1912, p. 326. Project Gutenberg, (Public Domain).

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