The poem DEATH, THE LEVELLER- JAMES SHIRLEY is a poem on the power of good deeds to survive the strangle hold of death.The poem opens, reminding the reader of the futility of taking pride in one’s birth and state. No armour offers protection from the merciless hands of death. The ultimate leveller comes and lays his icy hands on kings and clowns alike. The sceptre and the crown of the king fall down and lie equal in the dust with the poor peasant’s scythe and spade.