What Is Our Life?
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Adapted from "What Is Our Life" by Sir Walter Raleigh

What is our life? A play of passion.
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be,
Where we are drest for this 
Where we are drest for this short Comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss,
Our graves that hide us from the searching sun,
Are like drawn curtains when 
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we playing to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest
Thus march we playing to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.

That's no jest
That's no jest
Only we die in earnest
Only we die in earnest
That's that's no jest.