all the world's stage

all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely player;
they have their exits 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 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 furnace with a woeful balled
made to his mistress' eyebrow. then a soldier
full of strange oaths, and beared 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 instances
and so he play his part the sixth age shift
into the lean and slipper'd panataloon
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side
his youthful hose well saves, 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 end this strange eventful history
is second childishness and mere oblivion
sans teeth, sans eyes,sans taste,sans everything