Classic Poem

Life to giue life depriued is of life,
And death displai'd hath ensigne against death;
So violent the rigour was of death,
That nought could daunt it but the life of life:
No power had pow'r to thrall life's pow'r to death,
But willingly life hath abandon'd life,
Loue gaue the wound which wrought this work of death,
His bow and shafts were of the tree of life.
Now quakes the author of eternall death,
To finde that they whom earst he reft of life,
Shall fill his roome aboue the listes of death;
Now all reioyce in death who hope for life.
Dead Iesvs lies, who death hath kill'd by death,
His tombe no tombe is, but new source of life.