De Morte

Mans life's a Tragedy: his mothers womb
(From which he enters) is the tyring room;
This spacious earth the Theater; and the Stage
That Country which he lives in: Passions, Rage,
Folly, and Vice are Actors: The first cry
The Prologue to th' ensuing Tragedy.
The former act consisteth of dumb shows;
The second, he to more perfection grows;
I'th third he is a man, and doth begin
To nuture vice, and act the deeds of sin:
I'th fourth declines; i'th fifth diseases clog
And trouble him; then Death's his Epilogue.
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