Dance With Death
How sweet life is,
That you can put jewels on your head,
And declare yourself ruler of men,
But that when you dance with death,
Your jewels mean nothing,
And the man who served you hand and foot,
Is on the same level as you,
Not king,
Nor servant,
But human.
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