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Friday, January 19, 2007

What is our life?

On the Life of Man, Sir Walter Ralegh

What is our life? a play of passion,
Our mirth the musicke of division,
Our mothers wombes the tyring houses be,
When we are drest for this short Comedy,
Heaven the Judicious sharpe spector is,
That sits and markes still who doth act amisse,
Our graves that hide us from the searching Sun,
Are like drawne curtaynes when the play is done,
Thus march we playing to our latest rest,
Onely we dye in earnest, that's no Jest.




Just couldn't help repeating Sir Walter Ralegh... Those lines: "Our graves that hide us..." are great.

5 Comments:

Blogger Soldier of Fortune said...

There is something in Sir Walter Raleigh that moves me in an indescribable way...

His account of the world in terms of theatre may not be excessively original, but it is something I definitely agree with (see Jorgito's "Yo y el mundo" in Nec Spe Nec Metu, 21/12/06).

Sir Tazón is making this year a year of discovery.

7:10 AM  
Blogger Tiny Dancer said...

Why don't we claim 2007, Tazon's year?

12:27 PM  
Blogger Soldier of Fortune said...

Good idea :-P

3:17 AM  
Blogger sham_rock said...

Why does it appear as RalEIgh or RalEgh depending on the source of information?

I don't know :S

3:43 AM  
Anonymous cary said...

Sham_rock, it's because of the British spelling (like how color is colour, favor is favour, etc).

3:41 PM  

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