March 21, 2014 by Sadaf Zarrar No CommentsWords

ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE

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