All The World's A Stage By William Shakespear

[Mehran]

All The World's A Stage

All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exit 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 schoolboy,with his satchel
And shining morning face,creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school.And then the lover
Sighing like a furnace,with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.Then a soldier
Full of strange oaths and bearded like a pard
Jealous in honour,sudden and quick in quarrel
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in 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

William Shakespeare
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