(CHRISTIAN, DEATH) CHR. ALAS, poore Death! where is thy glorie? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? DEA. Alas, poore mortall, void of storie! Go, spell, and reade how I have kill'd thy King. CHR. Poore Death! and who was hurt thereby? Thy curse, being laid on him, makes thee accurst. DEA. Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die: These arms shall crush thee. CHR. Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better then before; Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS |