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Category: James Shirley

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

Men, Crowd, Common

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.

Fate, Shadows, Blood

There is no armour against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against Fate.Death lays his icy hand on kings…

death, inspirational, thought-provoking