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   English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
228. The Glories of our Blood and State
 
James Shirley (1596–1666)
 
 
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:
        Sceptre and Crown        5
        Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
 
Some men with swords may reap the field,
    And plant fresh laurels where they kill:        10
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
    They tame but one another still:
        Early or late
        They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath        15
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
 
The garlands wither on your brow;
    Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon Death’s purple altar now
    See where the victor-victim bleeds:        20
        Your heads must come
        To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
 

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