The brags of life are but a nine dayes wonder; /
And after death the fumes that spring /
From private bodies make as big a thunder, /
As those which rise from a huge King.
The brags of life are but a nine dayes wonder; /
And after death the fumes that spring /
From private bodies make as big a thunder, /
As those which rise from a huge King.
And they get almost no credit.
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And they get almost no credit.
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