Lo, now my glory smeared in dust and blood!
My parks, my walks, my manors that I had,
Even now forsake me; and of all my lands
Is nothing left me but my body’s length!
Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?
And, live we how we can, yet die we must.
– William Shakespeare
Henry VI, Part 3, Act 5, Scene 2.