Question

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadow, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on king;
Sceptre and crown
must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
with poor crooked scythe and spade
some men with swords may reap the field,and plant​

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