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 hands on kings.
Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3.
Only the actions of the just[209:2]
Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209:3]
Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
Cupid and Death.
Footnotes
[209:2]
The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
Tate and Brady: Psalm cxxii. 6.
[209:3] "Their dust" in Works edited by Dyce.