George Herbert A DIALOGUE-ANTHEM. CHRISTIAN,  DEATH. Chr.  ALAS, poor Death !  where is thy glory ? Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting ? Dea.   Alas, poor mortal, void of story ! Go spell and read how I have killed thy King. Chr.  Poor 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. Source: Herbert, George. The Works of George Herbert in Prose and Verse. New York: John Wurtele Lovell, 1881. 271. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on January 16, 1997. Last updated on June 29, 2001.