<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><b>Jaques</b>: All the world‘s a stage,<br>And all the men and women merely players:<br>They have their exits and their entrances;<br>And one man in his time plays many parts,<br>His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,<br>Mewling and puking in the nurse‘s arms.<br>And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel<br>And shining morning face, creeping like snail<br>Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,<br>Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad<br>Made to his mistress‘ eyebrow. Then a soldier,<br>Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,<br>Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,<br>Seeking the bubble reputation<br>Even in the cannon‘s mouth. And then the justice,<br>In fair round belly with good capon lined,<br>With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,<br>Full of wise saws and modern instances;<br>And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts<br>Into the lean and slipper‘d pantaloon,<br>With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,<br>His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide<br>For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,<br>Turning again toward childish treble, pipes<br>And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,<br>That ends this strange eventful history,<br>Is second childishness and mere oblivion,<br>Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.<br><br /></a>line from <i>As You Like It</a>, Act II, Scene 7</i> by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shakespeare">William Shakespeare</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=122791" data-title="William Shakespeare" data-description="Jaques: All the world‘s a stage, / And all the men 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 n..."></div> </div> </div>

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