Shakespeare on Seasons of Life

William Shakespeare Wrote the comedy play "As You Like It" in 1623. We pick up in Act II, Scene 7

Duke Senior Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy;This wide and universal theatre

Presents more woeful pageants than the scene 

Wherein we play in.

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. 

(1) At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;

(2) And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

(3) 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. 
(4) 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;

(5) And so he plays his part.(6)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,

(7)That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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