And Death, the Sovereign's Sovereign, though the great

Gracchus of all mortality, who levels,

With his Agrarian laws,[538] the high estate

Of him who feasts, and fights, and roars, and revels,

To one small grass-grown patch (which must await

Corruption for its crop) with the poor devils

Who never had a foot of land till now,—

Death's a reformer—all men must allow.