Full Holy Sonnet X “Death Be Not Proud”

John Donne (1572-1631)
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
1  Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
2  Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
3  For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
4  Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
5  From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
6  Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
7  And soonest our best men with thee do go,
8  Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
9  Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
10  And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
11  And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
12  And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
13  One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
14  And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
https://tspace.library.utoronto.ca/html/1807/4350/poem658.html

Nice random YouTube video of Thompson’s version, compiled by Daniel Andrade

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