![]() ![]() Why swellst thou then?Īnd death shall be no more Death, thou shalt die! - "HOLY SONNET X" Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,Īnd dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,Īnd poppies or charms can make us sleep as wellĪnd better than thy stroke. Much pleasure then from thee much more must flow Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so įor those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrowĭie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.įrom rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be The Angel of Death (L'Angelo della Morte) (1896),Simeon Solomonĭeath, be not proud, though some have called thee ![]() It is interesting to note that this artist chose to put death in the darkness, whereas sleep remains in the light. The picture on depicts sleep and death sitting next to each other, reclined, as if to take an afternoon nap. It didn't matter if a person was lying down to sleep for the night or if they were closing their eyes on a battlefield. As sons of night (Nyx), they embodied the moment between the conscious and unconscious state. It's interesting that the ancient civilizations thought of death and sleep as related. Hypnos and his twin brother, Thanatos or, Sleep and his twin brother, Death. Hypnos and Thanatos,Sleep & Death by John William Waterhouse, 1874. ![]() "One short sleep past, we wake eternally." When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Ay, there's the rub,įor in that sleep of death what dreams may come, That flesh is heir to - 'tis a consummation The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,Īnd by opposing, end them. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer To be or not to be, that is the question ![]()
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