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 Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The Imperial magazine; or, Compendium of religious, moral, & philosophical ... - 151 페이지 1822 전체보기 -
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