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...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...up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe and kepe it nouht, Ther is no comoun profit souht; But above...

...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...up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, stoop to death. SHIRLEY. To set a lawe and kepe it nouht, Ther is no comoun profit souht ; But above...

...They now sleep in the same grave — for as the old poet well sings^— *•.*•• . ••. " All heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." Never was the exquisite beauty of the closing thought, in these fine moral lines of Shirley, more touchingly...

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...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,...come To the cold tomb. Only the actions of the just Are sweet, and blossom in the dust. WILLIAM STRODE. 1600-1644. WHEN whispering strains do softly steal...

...III. Then happy, low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown ! King Henry IV. Part II. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds. All hands must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet...

...III. Then happy, low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the bead that wears a crown ! King Henry IV. Part II. Tbe garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your...deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds. All hands must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet...