Quotes by James Shirley
The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator.
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
There is no armor against fate.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things;...
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.
Victorious men of earth, no more Proclaim how wide your empires are;...
They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain No more discord entertain But be smooth and calm again.
