Quote#Death
Life is a play acted by dying men
Quote byWilfrid Scawen Blunt · 1840–1922
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: 'Esther, A Young Man's Tragedy" (1892), Sonnet II.
English (original)
Life is a play acted by dying men, Where, if its heroes seem to foot it well And go light-tongued without grimace of pain, Death will be found anon. And who shall tell Which part was saddest, or in youth or age, When the tired actor stops and leaves the stage?
— Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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