SINCE we can die but once, what matters it If rope or garter, poison, pistol, sword, Slow-wasting sickness, or the sudden burst Of valve arterial in the noble parts, Curtail the miseries of human life? Though varied is the cause, the effect's the same: All to one common dissolution tends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |