Or in a pantomimic role be still.

We may find fame in field, or grace a court,

Whate'er the play, forthwith its lines will start,

And every soul, in cloister or in mart,

Must act, and do his best from day to day—

So says the prompter to the human heart.

"The play's the thing," might Shakespear's Hamlet say.

"The thing," to us, is playing well our part.

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