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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
 
Lines on the Tombs in Westminster
By Francis Beaumont (1584–1616)
 
MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones;
Here they lie had realms and lands,        5
Who now want strength to stir their hands;
Where from their pulpits seal’d with dust
They preach, ‘In greatness is no trust.’
Here ’s an acre sown indeed
With the richest royall’st seed        10
That the earth did e’er suck in,
Since the first man died for sin:
Here the bones of birth have cried,
‘Though gods they were, as men they died.’
Here are sands, ignoble things,        15
Dropt from the ruin’d sides of kings:
Here ’s a world of pomp and state,
Buried in dust, once dead by fate.
 
 
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