John Dunne was born in the 16th century during the reign of Queen Elizabeth,in his latter years he became dean of St. Paul's,he is remembered as being a poet of note,he wrote those words,'No man is an Island'.I happened upon a verse of another poem he wrote,the poem it is called,'Death be not proud', Bear with the English,the punch line at the end is wonderful, 'Death, be not proud though some have called thee,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 thou 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'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,And dost 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 shalt be no more, Death thou shalt die.' In Revelation 20 v 14,we read,'Then death and the grave were thrown into the lake of fire.'
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