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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,
At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face,Ê And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the
pard, Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth.Ê
And then the justice, In fair round bellyÊwith good capon lined,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world so
wide
