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60 20 70 [ Davison's A Poetical Rhapsody , 1608 ] On the Life of Man WHAT is our life ? a play of passion , Our mirth ... Are like drawn curtains when the play is done , Thus march we playing to our latest rest , Only we die in earnest ...
60 20 70 [ Davison's A Poetical Rhapsody , 1608 ] On the Life of Man WHAT is our life ? a play of passion , Our mirth ... Are like drawn curtains when the play is done , Thus march we playing to our latest rest , Only we die in earnest ...
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For , after death , we sprights have just such natures , We had , for all the world , when humane creatures ; And , therefore , I , that was an actress here , Play all my tricks in Hell , a goblin there .
For , after death , we sprights have just such natures , We had , for all the world , when humane creatures ; And , therefore , I , that was an actress here , Play all my tricks in Hell , a goblin there .
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To play at ball my own dear Son , It's time you was going or gone , But be sure let me hear no complaint of You At ... there He met three jolly jer- dins.78 Oh , there He asked the three jolly jerdins If they would go play at ball .
To play at ball my own dear Son , It's time you was going or gone , But be sure let me hear no complaint of You At ... there He met three jolly jer- dins.78 Oh , there He asked the three jolly jerdins If they would go play at ball .
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