O’ taunt not Death, mock him not! For he carries a duty most grave and sod. He who languish with heavy footsteps and a complacent nod, Saying, “at times I even rock the cot.”

He may bring judgement, he may bring peace. He may even usher those few privileged with undue fees. Who are we, with our puny and ignorant pleas To abuse his name and pull on his sleeve?