“Holy Sonnet 10: Death, Be Not Proud” by John Donne (1572-1631)

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 thy 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 soul’s delivery.
Thou art 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 shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Examination of the Poem 

Demise is a lasting subject of dread and depression. Yet, this poem appears to say that it need not be like this. The profoundly centered assault around Death's feeling of pride utilizes a basic food item rundown of expository assaults: First, rest, which is the nearest human experience to death, is very decent. Second, all extraordinary individuals bite the dust at some point or another and the course of death could be seen as going along with them. Third, Death is under the order of higher specialists like destiny, which controls mishaps, and rulers, who take up arms; according to this viewpoint, Death appears to be close to a pawn in a bigger chess game inside the universe. Fourth, Death should connect for certain disagreeable characters: "toxic substance, wars, and infection." Yikes! They should make unsavory colleagues! (You can nearly see Donne giggling as he composed this.) Fifth, "poppy and charms" (drugs) can do the rest work just as Death or better. Demise, you're terminated! 

The 6th, generally convincing, and most genuine explanation is that assuming one genuinely has confidence in a spirit, Death is actually nothing to stress over. The spirit lives forever and this clarifies line 4, when Donne says that Death can't kill him. On the off chance that you perceive the subordinate situation of the body known to man and distinguish all the more completely with your spirit, then, at that point, you can't be killed from a standard perspective. Further, this sonnet is so extraordinary due to its all inclusive application. Dread of death is so regular a sense and Death itself so widely inclusive and inevitable for individuals, that the soul of this sonnet and relevance of it reaches out to practically any dread or shortcoming of character that one may have. Going up against, head on, such a dread or shortcoming, as Donne has done here, permits people to rise above their condition and their impression of Death, more completely maybe than one may through craftsmanship without anyone else—as numerous writers from this main ten rundown appear to say—since the workmanship might possibly endure could conceivably be any acceptable, yet the natural nature of one's spirit lives everlastingly. In this manner, Donne passes on an incredible illustration to gain from: go up against what you dread head on and recall that there isn't anything to fear on the planet on the off chance that you have faith in a spirit