17 Quotes by James Shirley

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

Only the actions of the justSmell sweet and blossom in their dust

Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

There is no armor against fate.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

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.

How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!

Hark, how chimes the passing bell! There's no music to a knell; All the other sounds we hear, Flatter, and but cheat our ear. This doth put us still in mind That our flesh must be resigned, And, a general silence made, The world be muffled in a shade.