{"id":227,"date":"2010-02-22T22:14:35","date_gmt":"2010-02-22T22:14:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=227"},"modified":"2017-07-12T00:56:11","modified_gmt":"2017-07-12T00:56:11","slug":"death-be-not-proud-a-poem-by-john-donne","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/death-be-not-proud-a-poem-by-john-donne\/","title":{"rendered":"Death Be Not Proud – a poem by John Donne"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>John Donne (1572-1631)<\/p>\n

Death Be Not Proud? by John Donne<\/p>\n

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
\nMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
\nFor, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
\nDie not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
\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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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