Death Be Not Proud

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell.

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

---------by John Donne
(1572-1631)

Often have I begun a new enterprise with incantations of Gods and Goddesses from our pantheon and often has it failed and ended miserably. So , i wondered why not start something with an incantation deglorifying Death , that should be a nice Double Negative No ?

So i Start at the End cause without a End I cannot Start , and if I fail again blame it on the unholy beginnings.

Nice Sonnet it is though "DEATH BE NOT PROUD" Donne turns his rhetorical skills on his greatest poetic adversary and my professional one - death itself.
But enough of the Goth feel now to more pressing matters at hand, and on to all the house calls i have to make.

The Ramblings Have begun !!