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What is our life? What is our life? A play of passion,
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mothersī 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 searching sun
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, thatīs no jest.
Sir Walter Raleigh 1612
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