All of life is a stage. And all the people are merely players. They have their enters and exits, And one person in their place plays many parts. their phases being seven ages. first comes the baby, puking and crying in the nurse's arms. Then, the ungrateful schoolboy with his bag and depressed face, creeping like a monkey Unwillingly to school. Next is the lovers,having very awkward moments, but having fun and loving times. Then a soldier, Full of strong oaths, and bearded like no other, Jealous in money, sudden, and quick in war, Seeking the vengeance of reputation even in the middle of war. And then the fair round belly, with good sweet bounce. With eyes of terror, and a beard full of rats, Full of unwise wisdom, and unmodern instincts. And so he plays his part. terribly. The sixth age turns Into the lean and slippery cave, With glasses on nose, and bag on side, His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide, And lastly, the final scene of all, that ends this strange event through history, is second c