What is our life? a play of passion; <br />Our mirth the musick of division: <br />Our mother's wombes the tyring houses bee <br />Where wee are drest for tyme's short comedy: <br />The earth's the stage, heaven the spectator is, <br />Who marketh still whoere doth act amisse: <br />Our graves that hide us from the burning sunne <br />Are but drawne curtaynes when the play is done<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-life-of-man/
