XXV.

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.