Listen to:
What is Our Life?
by Sir Walter Ralegh
performed by Bob Gonzalez, rhapsode
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,
The earth the stage; Heaven the spectator is,
That sits and markes whosoe’er 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.
musicke of division,, the
entr'acte, the music that marked
the division between acts.
tyring houses, on the
Elizabethan stage, the 'tiring house',
from "attiring house" was
the room where the actors
got dressed before a performance.
spector, spectator, with a
play on 'spectre'.
still, always, ever.
latest, last.]
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