莎翁的

All the world's stage

And all the maen and women merely players

They have their exits and 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 arm

And then the whining school- boy

with his satchel and shining morning face

creeping like snail, unwillingly to school

And then the lover

Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistressw' eyebrow

The a solider

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in a 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 instances

And so he plays his part

The sixth age sgifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon

with spectacles on nose and pouch on side

His youthful hose, well saved, 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