Death, be not proud

I really like this poem a lot. The speaker is basically telling death that it's not as big and strong as people make it out to be. In the poem, death is compared to sleep. The speaker says that death is even better than sleep or rest because it is extended which makes it almost pleasurable. The speaker weakens death by comparing it to all the other things that can make a person sleep. The speaker ends the poem by finally saying that death's power can and will be broken. Death is referred to as a "short sleep" which passes, implying that death is not permanent. It is defeated in eternal life where it can have no place or victory.