Death be not proud, though some have called Mighty and dreadful, you are not so
For whom those you thought to overthrow Die not poor death, nor can I be killed From restful sleep, which but pictures be Much pleasure gained, from you I beg blessing
Soonest our strength , rest do the bones And soul, takes delivery Thou art slave to fate and desperation And dost poisons, war and sickness dwell Drugged effects as well, and better than you stroke Why dost thou swell with pride and privilege
Unconsciousness, not eternity Death will not survive Death, thou shalt dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
