Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison’d by their wives; some sleeping kill’d; All murder’d for within the hollow crown.
(via frostirons)
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