All things by immortal power. Near of far, to each other linked are, that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

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.

Go where thou wilt, thou canst not go out of thy Father's ground.

All things by immortal power. Near of far to each other linked are that thou canst not stir a flower without troubling of a star.

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.