palatino;”> And all the men and women merely players;
palatino;”> And one man in his time plays many parts,
palatino;”> Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
palatino;”> And shining morning face, creeping like snail
palatino;”> Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
palatino;”> Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
palatino;”> Seeking the bubble reputation
palatino;”> In fair round belly with good capon lined,
palatino;”> Full of wise saws and modern instances;
palatino;”> Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
palatino;”> His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
palatino;”> Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
palatino;”> That ends this strange eventful history,
palatino;”> Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
palatino;”>Title Image by Edgar Degas
