Quote#Death
The man forget not, though in rags he lies
Quote byMark Akenside · 1721–1770
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Epistle to Curio (1744), Lines 197–198.
English (original)
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
— Mark Akenside
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