James Shirley - The Last Conqueror 汉译

Victorious men of earth, no more  <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

  Proclaim how wide your empires are; 

Though you bind-in every shore 

  And your triumphs reach as far 

      As night or day,       

  Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey 

And mingle with forgotten ashes, when 

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. 

Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, 

  Each able to undo mankind,       

Death’s servile emissaries are; 

  Nor to these alone confined, 

      He hath at will 

  More quaint and subtle ways to kill; 

A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,      

Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.