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167.WN1.001 Death bee not proud, though som%Te haue,[sic] cald thee
167.WN1.002 Mighty, and dreadfull, for thou art not so:
167.WN1.003 For those whome thou thinkst thou dost overthrow,
167.WN1.004 Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee:
167.WN1.005 From rest, and sleepe which but thy pictures bee
167.WN1.006 Much pleasure, then from thee, mvch more mvst flow
167.WN1.007 And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
167.WN1.008 Rest of their bones, and Soules deliuerie
167.WN1.009 Thou art slaue to fate, chance, kyngs and desperate men%T
167.WN1.010 And dost with poyson%T, war, and sickness dwell,
167.WN1.011 And Poppie, or charmes cann make us sleepe as well
167.WN1.012 And better then thy stroake, why swelst thou then
167.WN1.013 One short sleepe past wee wake eternally,
167.WN1.014 And death shall bee no more, death thou shalt dy[%1missing%2]
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