The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds! - James Shirley
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!
- James Shirley
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. - James Shirley
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator. - James Shirley
The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.
Death lays his icy hand on kings. - James Shirley
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live. - James Shirley
Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still … - James Shirley
Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still …
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter a… - James Shirley
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter a…
There is no armour against fate. - James Shirley
There is no armour against fate.
When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over … - James Shirley
When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over …
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