Victorious men of earth, no more br Proclaim how wide your empires are; br Though you bind-in every shore br And your triumphs reach as far br As night and day, br Yet you, proud monarchs, must obey br And mingle with forgotten ashes, when br Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. br br Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, br Each able to undo mankind, br Death's servile emissaries are; br Nor to these alone confined, br He hath at will br More quaint and subtle ways to kill; br A smile or kiss, as he will use the art, br Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.