Yuratuhl wrote:
Death speaks in small caps and is generally a pleasant guy.
Why can I not recall what books you are referring to.
Akiina wrote:
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Again, the first part of that sounds familiar, but I don't know what it's from.
This may be due to spending a number of hours today trying to get my fucking screen to work and my head is partially imploded.