James Shirley Poems
- Death The Leveller The glories of our blood and state Are ...
- The Glories Of Our Blood And S... The glories of our ...
- Death's Subtle Ways Victorious men of earth, no more ...
- To The Painter Preparing To Dr... Be not too forward, ...
- Two Gentlemen That Broke Their... There is no faith in ...
- Peace Restored You virgins, that did late despair To keep ...
- The Garden This Garden does not take my eyes, Though here ...
James Shirley (or Sherley) was an English dramatist.
He belonged to the great period of English dramatic literature, but, in Lamb's words, he "claims a place among the worthies of this period, not so much for any transcendent genius in himself, as that he was the last of a great race, all of whom spoke nearly the same language and had a set of moral feelings and notions in common." His career of play writing extended from 1625 to the suppression of stage plays by Parliament in 1642.
Shirley was born in London. He was educated at Merchant Taylors' School, London, St John's College, Oxford, and St Catharine's College, Cambridge, where he took ... more »
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Death The Leveller
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 crookèd scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.
The garlands wither on ...