Annotating Baroque Poetry: George Herbert's "A Dialogue-Antheme"

Abstract

Chr. Alas, poore Death, where is thy glorie? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting? Dea. Alas poore mortali, void ofstorie, Go spell and reade how I have kill'd thy King. Chr. Poore Death! and who was hurt thereby? Thy curse being laid on him, makes thee accurst. Dea. Let losers talk: yet thou shalt die; These arms shall crush thee. Chr.Spare not, do thy worst. I shall be one day better than before: Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.