Encore
We took our bow
We quit the stage
We thought to leave it all behind
But then the cheers
They cry "bravo!"
We must return and call them kind
Our faces naked
Half-stripped to ourselves
Weakly smile to balcony above
But one last bow
Is not so bad
I get to hold your hand, my love
At last released
Retreat backstage
Disguise removed and now just me
Become myself
Awaken to you
Share a kiss and now be free
"False world, good night! since thou hast brought
That hour upon my morn of age;
Henceforth I quit thee from my thought,
My part is ended on thy stage.
Yes, threaten, do. Alas! I fear
As little as I hope from thee:
I know thou canst not show nor bear
More hatred than thou hast to me.
My tender, first, and simple years
Thou didst abuse and then betray;
Since stir'd'st up jealousies and fears,
When all the causes were away.
Then in a soil hast planted me
Where breathe the basest of thy fools;
Where envious arts professed be
And pride and ignorance the schools;
Where nothing is examined, weigh'd,
But as 'tis rumour'd, so believed;
Where every freedom is betray'd,
And every goodness tax'd or grieved.
But what we're born for, we must bear:
Our frail condition it is such
That what to all may happen here,
If't chance to me, I must not grutch.
Else I my state should much mistake
To harbour a divided thought
From all my kind—that, for my sake,
There should a miracle be wrought.
No, I do know that I was born
To age, misfortune, sickness, grief:
But I will bear these with that scorn
As shall not need thy false relief.
Nor for my peace will I go far,
As wanderers do, that still do roam;
But make my strengths, such as they are,
Here in my bosom, and at home."
~ A Farewell to the World ~ Ben Jonson ~