John Donne

“ All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom war, dea [r] th, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. ”

“ At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go; ”