document.write("Death, be not proud, though some have called thee<br />Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;<br />For those, whom thou think\\\'st thou dost overthrow,<br />Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.<br />From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,<br />Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,<br />And soonest our best men with thee do go,<br />Rest of their bones, and soul\\\'s delivery.<br />Thou\\\'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,<br />And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,<br />And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,<br />And better than thy stroke ;  why swell\\\'st thou then ?<br />One short sleep past, we wake eternally,<br />And Death shall be no more ;  Death, thou shalt die.");