Death

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, 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, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. Thou art slave to …

…die. We are given reasons why death is so insignificant and why it should be humbled. Why should we fear something that makes us sleep like drugs and caters that the orders of others? Death claims the greatest men when they’re too tired to live. Death, humble yourself because you are a small part of life. When everyone has gone through his moment of death and then has risen, “death, thou shalt die” (Donne).