Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote suggests that death should not be feared or regarded as powerful, as it does not have true dominion over life.
In this poem, John Donne personifies death, addressing it directly and denouncing its supposed might and dreadfulness. He argues that death is not the end, as those who die continue to exist in some form, thereby undermining death's power and asserting the resilience of the human spirit against mortality.
Themes
DeathLifeMortalityResilienceFear
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a eulogy to celebrate the life of someone who has passed away.
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