Death is the lot of cities and of States;
Pomp, luxury, 'neath sand and grass do lie,
Yet man, it seems, is wroth that he must die.


Canto XV, Stanza 20. - Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)


Death is the lot of cities and of States; Pomp, luxury, 'neath sand and grass do lie, Yet man, it seems, is wroth that he must die.

Death is the lot of cities and of States; Pomp, luxury, 'neath sand and grass do lie, Yet man, it seems, is wroth that he must die.

Death is the lot of cities and of States; Pomp, luxury, 'neath sand and grass do lie, Yet man, it seems, is wroth that he must die.

Death is the lot of cities and of States; Pomp, luxury, 'neath sand and grass do lie, Yet man, it seems, is wroth that he must die.