DEATH.
Is't not God's deed whatever thing is done
In heaven and earth? Did not he all create
To die again? all ends that were begun;
Their times in his eternal books of fate
Are written sure, and have their certain date,
Who then can strive with strong necessity,
That holds the world in his still changing state?
Or shun the death ordain'd by destiny,
When hour of death is come, let none ask whence or why.
SPENSER.