...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate t Death lavs his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown, Must tumble down, And in the dust...or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring1 breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then...

...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; keeper*. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour nought...shall lose my life. My mind may be more steadfast mast give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither...

...play-writers then went away, consoling of themselves with the hope it might be damned. CHAPTER XXXIV. Some men with swords may reap the field And plant...tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop o fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY....

...shadows, not substantial thing« : There is no armor against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the ñeld, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; Bnt their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame...

...the poor." Mr. Howell has compared Shirley's quaint verse, — " Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scithe and spade." " In they go, Beggar and banker, porter, gentleman, The cinder-wench and white-handed...

...shadows, not substantial things : There is no armor against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their conquering breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow ; Then...

...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust...equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade." A few old encaustic tiles, brasses, and scattered bits of stained glass remaining in the windows, make...

...Shirley, alluding to the inevitable process of death and time, exclaimed — Sceptre and crown shall tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. But lo, the madness of a few weeks hath done the work of centuries, and throneless kings and powerless...

...shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armor against fate, Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust,...or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murm'ring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast...

...poets, as applicable to the conflicts of the forum as of the field: " Soma men with swords may reap tho field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill, But...strong nerves at last must yield, They tame but one a nether still. Early or late They meet their fate And must give up their murmuring breath, While they...