All that glitters, is not gold and
all’s well that ends well, he sighed.
Yet there was no method in his
madness, for the naked truth is,
he made the foregone conclusion,
that misery acquaints a man with
strange bedfellows, and that the
course of love never runs smooth,
which left him heartsick and lackluster.
At the witching hour of the night,
When churchyards yawn and hell
itself breathes out, and as he breathed
his one last breath, a ministering
angel of infinite space, came to save
him from the jaws of death, and
trippingly on the tongue, said,
What, a piece of work is man.
What fools these mortals be,
violent delights have violent ends.
Ah, There’s the rub.Truth will out,
he’s had too much of a good thing.
Love is not love which alters
when, it alteration finds.
And thereby ends the tale.
Which is tedious as a
Twice Told tale, but
What is done is done.
The following youtube video is by an Artist I have just discovered
Brian Crain. If you enjoy peaceful piano music, I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.