「 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. 」----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excerpt from 『 Death the Leveller 』,By James Shirley, 1596-1666.