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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 entrances;
And one man in his prime 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
Unwilling 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 honor, 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 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 the childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange evenful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

SHAKESPEARE - As You Like It (II, vii)

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the Bard's birthdate - 4/23