Death, be not proud

basically John Donne is mocking death for being a supposedly might and horrible thing. He believes death resembles sleep, and that sleep is joyous. This also says that he believes life is tedious and and that the livelihood of day is worse than the unconciousness of night. perhaps this poem was written during the industrial revolution when workers had 12 hour shifts and lived under horrible living conditions. furthermore he shows the accomplices and cronies of death - poison, war, and sickness - showing that death is not accompanied by anything it should be proud of. furthermore, with medicinal products humans can sleep better than they could if they were dead, and much less painfully so than a deadly stroke, so why should death be proud of its effects?

the last two lines are obviously a further mocking of death, but i can't seem to understand what he is implying fully. i'll have to ask this in class tommorow.