An eternal resting place

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7And soonest our best men with thee do go,

              8Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

              9Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

            10And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;

            11And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well

            12And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?  (Donne)

 

i liked these lines because it basically is explaining that no matter who you are, no matter what your social status....your doing to die one day just like everyone else and just become a pile of bones.  and then it also goes on to mention the various ways of dieing but death is not predictable, only to those who choose to end their life are the ones that will know when they are going to pass.  for the rest of us, life and death are mysteries we will hopefully one day figure out.

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