And all the men and women merely players;<br/>
They have their exits and their entrances;<br/>
And one man in his time plays many parts$$$<br/>
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant$$$<br/>
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;<br/>
And then th

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