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The small and great are there.
Job 3:19.

Sherley.

The glories of our birth and state

Are shadows, not substantial things;

There is no armor against fate;

Death lays his icy hands on kings.

2 Princes and magistrates must fall,

And in the dust be equal made;

The high and mighty with the small,

Scepter and crown with scythe and spade.

3 The laurel withers on our brow;

Then boast no more your mighty deeds;

Upon death’s purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds!

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