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

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

- James Shirley

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

- 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…

- 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 …

- James Shirley

Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

- 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 …

- James Shirley

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

- James Shirley