by aurumlupus » Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:21 pm
Sev smiled sadly after her. She seemed to be weighed down by something on her mind. He finished his glass and got up and left. He got back to his lute, and found a lot of people waiting for him. He sighed, and started in on a song.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."