What Is Our Life? - Noël Akchoté, Орландо Гиббонс

What is our life?

a play of passion:

Our mirth?

the music of division

Our mothers' wombs the tyring-houses be

Where we are drest for this short comedy:

Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is

That sits and marks whoe’er 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, — that’s no jest