Death, the Most Cruel

Of all the vices humanly known, Death, you're the most cruel! Beyond doubts you have always shown How pleasurably in griefs you dwell. And what is pathetic of you the most Is your unrepentant untimeliness: Too adept at making one's life a ghost Subjected to shameless nakedness! Ipso facto I cannot but accuse you Of your partiality and misjudgement, Which whether or not you agree is true, I still wouldn't rescind my comment. Yet it should never of me be said That I have spoken at you too rudely —Not when for you I have no such dread That would make me act so cowardly! "Every man his fears; Death, you're not my dread!"