The glories of our birth and state

General information

Text from James Shirley’s The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses (perf. ? 1653; published 1659 ).

Settings by composers (automatically updated)

• Jonathan Battishill — The glories of our birth and state  English SATB
• Edward Coleman — The glories of our birth and state  English TTTB
• Samuel Wesley — The glories of our birth and state  English SATB

Text and translations

English text The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour 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 heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.