Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives; some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d for within the hollow crown.