Quote#Happiness
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay
Quote byEdmund Spenser · 1552–1599
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Amoretti (1595), Sonnet LIV.
English (original)
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love lyke the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play, Disguysing diversly my troubled wits. Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits, And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy: Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits, I waile and make my woes a tragedy.
— Edmund Spenser
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