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… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
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 us. — James Shirley Copy Share Image
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.… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. — James Shirley Copy Share Image
Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are; Though you bind in every shore And your triumphs reach as far… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds! — James Shirley Copy Share Image
“The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against Fate. Death lays his icy hand on… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on… — James Shirley Copy Share Image
