Death by John Donne
b"J Donne read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nDeath\\nby John Donne\\n\\nDeath be not proud, though some have called thee \\nMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, \\nFor, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, \\nDie not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. \\nFrom rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, \\nMuch pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, \\nAnd soonest our best men with thee doe goe, \\nRest of their bones, and soules deliverie. \\nThou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, \\nAnd dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, \\nAnd poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, \\nAnd better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; \\nOne short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, \\nAnd death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. \\n \\nFirst aired: 25 July 2008\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"