Of all the deaf old bones
A sceptre and a crown
Of all the kings and emperors
They must tumble down
They creak, stench, but all decay
And in the dust be equal made
Through sun, wind and sand
With the poor crooked scythe and spade

Each man of ivory and bone
Sceptre and crown
Of noble tribe or hybrid clan
They must tumble down
Spider weaves a pretty web
And in the dust be equal made
Brethren on this day
With the poor crooked scythe and spade

Figure-flingers, faceless mask
Sceptre and crown
Of all those blind and buried years
He must tumble down
Career, fall and clatter
And in the dust be equal made
Now all the kings and emperors are
With poor crooked scythe and spade


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    Song FactInspired by J. Shirley

    LXIX. Death the Leveller

    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.
    mecanoon May 14, 2015   Link

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