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