James Shirley
James Shirley
James Shirleywas an English dramatist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionDramatist
actions blossom smell sweet
Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
inspirational sweet dust
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
death kings hands
Death lays his icy hand on kings.
fate armor
There is no armor against fate.
men crowds common
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
kings fate dust
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.
death littles rooms
How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!
silence mind ears
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.
knaves knavery honest
Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.
honour commentators
The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.
dwelling soul action
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.
fate armour
There is no armour against fate.
english-dramatist
The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator.