And Death, the Sovereign's Sovereign, though the great
Gracchus of all mortality, who levels,
With his Agrarian laws,[538] the high estate
Of him who feasts, and fights, and roars, and revels,
To one small grass-grown patch (which must await
Corruption for its crop) with the poor devils
Who never had a foot of land till now,—
Death's a reformer—all men must allow.
XXVI.
He lived (not Death, but Juan) in a hurry