The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armor 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 crooked 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 your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds:
Your head must come
To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Swell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
- James Shirley, Death the Leveller.
|"Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made."|
- Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death.
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
- Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth.
This is Coomodel 1/6th simulated human skeleton in the form of "Death" released years ago. I stumbled upon it while shifting through the boxes of other figures in preparation for the final wave of sale of my collection. Took the opportunity to display it. Unfortunately the two wrist pegs are brittle and broken, even after hair drying time. Luckily it comes with a pair of spares. My over enthusiasm of using hair drying technique results in some serious warping of the hands though. Other than that, this is one sturdy figure despite its uh, skeletal design.