Quote by Francis Quarles

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age

And what's a life? - a weary pilgrimage, Whose glory in one

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This quote suggests that life is a journey filled with stages, from childhood to old age, which can be seen as a fleeting performance. It implies that life is like a tiring pilgrimage, where one's glory, achievements, and experiences unfold and culminate within a single day. The quote invites contemplation on the brevity of life and the transitory nature of its various phases, highlighting the importance of making the most of each stage before the final curtain falls.

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