All the World's a Stage
Updated: 1/20/2021
All the World's a Stage

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  • Fare thee well, my Love.
  • I am like totally mewling right now.
  • How do you keep getting in here?
  • This is going to hurt.
  • All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances; His acts being seven ages.
  • Behold! The capon and his friend, the wise saw!
  • I am not fat.
  • At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.
  • I think I need new glasses.
  • 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 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 lin’d, 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 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.