Vision of Judgement II

"Form`d a sepulchral melo-drame.

Of all The fools who flack`s to swell or see the show,

Who cared about the corpse? The funeral

Made the attraction, and the black the woe.

There throbbed not there a thought which pierced the pall;

And when the gorgeous coffin was laid low,

It seamed the mockery of hell to fold

The rottenness of eighty years in gold."

~~ canto X, Lord Byron's Vision of Judgement.