letra de francis beaumont - on the tombs in westminster abbey - richard mitchley
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mortality, behold and fear!
what a change of flesh is here!
think how many royal bones
sleep within this heap of stones:
here they lie had realms and lands
who now want strength to stir their hands:
where from their pulpits seal’d with dust
they preach, ‘in greatness is no trust.’
here ’s an acre sown indeed
with the richest, royall’st seed
that the earth did e’er suck in
since the first man died for sin:
here the bones of birth have cried—
‘though gods thеy were, as men thеy died.’
here are sands, ign0ble things
dropt from the ruin’d sides of kings;
here ’s a world of pomp and state
buried in dust, once dead by fate
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