<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519569" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What is our life? A play of passion, <br>Our mirth the music of division, <br>Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, <br>Where we are dressed for this short comedy. <br>Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, <br>That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. <br>Our graves that hide us from the setting sun <br>Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. <br>Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, <br>Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Raleigh">Sir Walter Raleigh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519569" data-title="Life de Sir Walter Raleigh" data-description="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. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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