in here is a tragedy art thou player or audience be as it may the end doth remain all go on only toward death the first word at thy left hand a false lunacy a madly dancing man hearing unhearable words drawn to a beloved s grave and there mayhap true madness at last as did this one playing death find true death at last killing a nameless lover she pierced a heart rent by sorrow doth lie invite truth doth verity but wear the mask of falsehood ah thou pitiful thou miserable ones still admist lies though the end cometh not wherefore yearn for death will thou attend to thy beloved truths and lies life and death the game of turning white to black and black to white