A Dialogue-Anthem

Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?

Death

 Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing , Nothing but bones, Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing , Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder grones : Thy mouth was open , but thou couldst not sing. For we consider'd thee as at some six Or ten years hence, After the […]