Myths and Legends of the World

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think’s, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe go, Rest of their bones, and souls’ delivery. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppies, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better then thy stroke; why swell’s thou then? One short sleep past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.   - John Donne Today, a crowd of about 5,000 visitors will gather in Arlington National Cemetery to pay their respects to the soldiers and other enlisted personnel who are buried here. Like Memorial Day itself, the origin of Arlington Cemetery dates back to the Civil War. A tragic side effect of the