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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... →
The honor is overpaid, When he that did the act is commentator.
There is no armor against fate.
Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.
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