And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
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- Familiar Quotations, ninth edition (1905 printing)
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
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- attributed · historical anthology
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- c. 1590 AD · renaissance
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- Public domain (United States)
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