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Date Posted: 05:44:22 09/16/01 Sun
Author: Shi'en
Subject: Death be not proud

Hey guys..tink this place is kind of quite liaoz...nobody's contributing new messages?! Prelims huh...anyway...I came across this poem when I was clearing the stuffs on my table...think it is quite interesting...confronting "Death" as if it is an agent/slave of something, perhaps, fate...watever...just a poem, a sonnet...meanwhile study hard huh...pple with Bio and Chem, and others lar...me like got no more major papers liaoz...Yay!

Till then...
Shi'en

Death be not proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom though think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, not yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, whcih 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 delievery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings and desperate men,
And odost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
Aone short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall no more; Death, thou shalt die.

John Donne

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