The book of life.
By: Ana Paula and Ana Soraia 10.ยบB Hilaire Belloc
The world’s a stage.
The light is in one’s eyes.
The Auditorium is extremely dark.
The more dishonest get the larger rise;
The more offensive make the greater mark.
The women on it prosper by the shape, some few by their vivacity.
The man by tailoring in breeches and in cape.
The world’s a stage – I say it once again.
The scenery is very much the best
Of what wretched drama as to show,
Also the prompter happens to be dumb.
We drink behind the scenes and pass a jest on all our folly;
Then, before we go loud cries for “Author”… but he doesn’t come.