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Death be not proud
though some have called thee
mighty and dreadfull.
For you are not so.

For those who now thinkst
that thast overthrow
die not poor death
nor else can you kill me

Thuou art slave to fate, chance,
kings and desperate men.
And whith poison, war,
and sikness dwell.

And poppy or charms
can make us sleep as well
and better than thy stroke.
Why swellst thou then?

One short sleep past
we wake eternaly.
And death shall be no more,
death thou shalt die.

-J. Dunn.
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