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LIFE

What is our life? A play of passion

Our mirth the music of division

Our mothers wombs the tiring house's be

Where we are dressed for this short comedy

HEAVEN the judicious sharp spectator is ,

That sit's and mark's still who doth act amiss

Our grave's that hide us from setting sun

Are like drawn curtains when the play is done

Thus march we,playing to our latest rest

Only we die in earnest, thats no jest



Sir Walter Raleigh