Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live. James Shirley More Quotes by James Shirley More Quotes From James Shirley Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. James Shirley dust sweet inspirational The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator. James Shirley commentators honour When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us. James Shirley soul dwelling action There is no armour against fate. James Shirley armour fate 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. James Shirley shade silence mind How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds! James Shirley littles death rooms 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. James Shirley fate dust kings Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. James Shirley crowds common men There is no armor against fate. James Shirley armor fate Death lays his icy hand on kings. James Shirley kings death hands The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator. James Shirley act did he honor
