Halle-bloody-lujah! I only found out in the last few mins. Over to you, Mr Willie Parker..........
Death be not proud (Holy Sonnet X) John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst 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 poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
The Criterion trailer's at Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/mI4XGV93MNR76
The lion and the calf shall lie down together, but the calf won't get much sleep.
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