"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."
"The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator."
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Source: James Shirley, Alexander Dyce (1833). “Honoria and Mammon. Chabot, Admiral of France. The acardia. The triumph of peace. A contention for honour and riches. The triumph of beauty. Cupid and death. The contention of Ajax and Ulysses, &c. Poems”, p.380
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