poetry 3

THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN
A SPEECH FROM AS YOU LIKE IT.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE.:


And all the men and women merely players
They have their exists 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's
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 wonderful ballad 
Made to his mistress eyebrow then a solider 
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard
jealous in honour sudden  and quick in quarrel 
Seeking the bubbles reputation 
Even in the 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 instance
And so 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 pipes
Turning again toward childish treble pipes
And whistles in his sound last scene all 
That ends this strange eventful history 
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion 
Sans teeta, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything....