All The World's A Stage;...

All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players;; They have their exits and their entrances;; And one man in his time plays many parts; His acts being seven ages. At first the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel; And shining morning face, creeping like snail; Unwillingly to school. And then the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad; Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel; Seeking the bubble reputation; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice; In fair round belly with good capon lin'd; With eyes severe and beard of formal cut; Full of wise saws and modern instances;; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts; Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide; For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice; Turning again toward childish treble, pipes; And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all; That ends this strange eventful history; Is second childishness and mere oblivion;; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything;
All the world's a stage; And all the men and women merely players;; They have their exits and their entrances;; And one man in his time plays many parts; His acts being seven ages. At first the infant; Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;; Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel; And shining morning face, creeping like snail; Unwillingly to school. And then the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad; Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier; Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel; Seeking the bubble reputation; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice; In fair round belly with good capon lin'd; With eyes severe and beard of formal cut; Full of wise saws and modern instances;; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts; Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide; For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice; Turning again toward childish treble, pipes; And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all; That ends this strange eventful history; Is second childishness and mere oblivion;; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything; - by William Shakespeare
Last Reviewed: Jan 3, 2017
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