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    Default crooked scythe, spade

    Sceptre and crown
    Must tumble down,
    And in the dust be equal made
    With the poor crooked scythe and spade.


    What is the meaning of this verse of a poem
    Could anyone explain it?

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    Default Re: crooked scythe, spade

    sceptre and crown => symbols of monarchy
    scythe and spade => tools used in farming

    The verse is about social justice.

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    Default Re: crooked scythe, spade

    It is from the first verse of 'Death the Leveller' by J Shirley...

    THE glories of our blood and state
    Are shadows, not substantial things;
    There is no armour against fate;
    Death lays his icy hand on kings:
    Sceptre and crown Must tumble down,
    And in the dust be equal made
    With the poor crooked scythe and spade.


    As the title suggests, all of us will one day die, no matter whether we are a king or a peasant.

    69. Death the Leveller. J. Shirley. The Golden Treasury

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    Default Re: crooked scythe, spade

    Quote Originally Posted by curmudgeon View Post
    It is from the first verse of 'Death the Leveller' by J Shirley...

    THE glories of our blood and state
    Are shadows, not substantial things;
    There is no armour against fate;
    Death lays his icy hand on kings:
    Sceptre and crown Must tumble down,
    And in the dust be equal made
    With the poor crooked scythe and spade.


    As the title suggests, all of us will one day die, no matter whether we are a king or a peasant.

    69. Death the Leveller. J. Shirley. The Golden Treasury
    Oddly, I was going to use the word 'levelling', but dismissed it.

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    Default Re: crooked scythe, spade

    Quote Originally Posted by BobK View Post
    Oddly, I was going to use the word 'levelling', but dismissed it.

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    It was drummed into me at school in the antedeluvian days

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