Holy Sonnet 10 by John Donne - Read by Arthur L Wood

Holy Sonnet 10 by John Donne Death be not proud Though some have called it the 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 souls delivery Thou art slave to fate chance Kings and desperate men and dust 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 one short sleep past we wake eternally and Death shall be no more death Thou shalt die