A competition of good deed confined
Shall merit be fixèd to those of god?
Just to have something, sparkling enshrined,
Wrathful fire won't engulf us good men, not?

O glaring upon the neat night sky,
Jubilation shines; stars with brimming hope.
Can we see'em without elusive lie
If they live in daylight, no darkness cope?

Sing praised to Victorian of perfect life!
Stepping others to be awaken.
Poor souls hold weak shield may slip the fight,
Care not; holy business isn't shaken.

Poor man's shield, forever in lost abyss
Poor man's shield, deserving to be perished

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//Shakespearean style//
รูปภาพ BL Royal 19 B XV The Queen Mary Apocalypse (~1300 -1325) นำมาจาก British Library