George Herbert
A DIALOGUE-ANTHEM.
CHRISTIAN, DEATH.
| Chr. | ALAS, poor Death ! where is thy glory ? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting ? |
| Dea. | Alas, poor mortal, void of story ! Go spell and read how I have killed thy King. |
| Chr. | Poor Death ! and who was hurt thereby ? Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst. |
| Dea. | Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die ; These arms shall crush thee. |
| Chr. | Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better than before ; Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more. |
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