There is no armour against fate.
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 …
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 …
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
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