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All the world’s a stage…

December 8, 2016
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 nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, 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,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.





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6 Comments
  1. Levie Isaacks permalink

    A description of life in a nutshell.

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  2. This was the first bit of Shakespeare I ever learned, back in Miss Subica’s class in 8th grade, at Jane Addams Junior High School, in Seattle. Miss Subica drove a beat up old stationwagon, but she loved literature and helped us goofballs to love Shakespeare.

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  3. Ed Potter permalink

    May we all survive 2017!!!!

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  4. Norman Bloom permalink

    Thank you for reminding me…I need all of whatever in my attempts at grounding, parting the dark clouds, rediscovering the plot…………….

    On Thu, Dec 8, 2016 at 3:33 PM, f/stop Fitzgerald wrote:

    > Ray/Man posted: “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 nurse’s arms. Then the whini” >

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  5. Barbara Rich permalink

    Such wide application. Thanks, Ray.

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  6. kathy friedrichs permalink

    Morghan Freeman certainly brings the words to life. Very potent – a reminder of our frail but interesting mortality. Hugs to you, Rayman!

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