I don’t know if this is appropriate astrologically. But I knew a Capricorn, right out of the books. Rags to riches. Built an empire and died much too young. Saw an old picture of his today with his son. His son who saw too little of him when he was alive. His son who was there for him when he was dying. His son who has now inherited a fortune but lost all he called family.
Death’s Final Conquest by James Shirley
The glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate:
Death lays his icy hands on kings;
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade. (more…)
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