And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings.
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall—and farewell king!
King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2.
He is come to open