by aurumlupus » Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:28 pm
Sev sighed with relief as the crowd left as the darkness approached. He gathered his earnings for the day, and headed for the tavern. It didn't seem overly busy at the moment. He sat down, resting his lute and case against the table.
"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."