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Jul 16, 2004 14:46

The Seven Ages of Man
By: William Shakespeare

All the world’s a stage,
And all the man and women merely players.
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 arms.
Then the wining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly 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 saw he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered 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.
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Key
Sans=W/o
Mewling= whimpering, whining
Pard=leopard
Saws and modern instances= old saying and obvious examples
Pantaloon= a foolish old man. Pantaloon was a stock character in Italian comedies
Shrunk shank= shrunken legs
Oblivion=forgetfulness
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