Quote#Death
Strength stoops unto the grave
Quote byThomas Nashe · 1567–1601
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Summer's Last Will and Testament (1600), Lines 1595–1600 ("In Time of Pestilence, 1593", st. 4).
English (original)
Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave, Swords may not fight with fate, Earth still holds ope her gate. Come, come, the bells do cry. I am sick, I must die.
— Thomas Nashe
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