all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players;
they heve their exits and their entrances;
and one men his time plays many part,
his acts being seven age at first the infant,
mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
then the whining schoolboy, 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 solder,
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 lined
with eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
full of wise saws and modern instance;
and so he plays his part.The sixth age shifts.
into thelean and slippered pantaloon,
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
his youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk; 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.
