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Life - a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

Raleigh Sir Walter - Poem



Life

What is our life? A play of passion, 
Our mirth the music of division, 
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, 
Where we are dressed for this short comedy. 
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, 
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. 
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun 
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. 
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, 
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. 

Sir Walter Raleigh


Life - a poem by Sir Walter Raleigh

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