名人诗歌|All the World's a Stage

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^{2 schoolboy， with his satchel3}

And shining morning face， creeping like snail⁴

Unwillingly^{5 to school. And then the lover，}

Sighing like furnace， with a woeful ballad⁶

Made to his mistress' eyebrow^{7. 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^{8 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^{9 pantaloon，}

With spectacles on nose and pouch^{10 on side；}

His youthful hose， well saved， a world too wide

For his shrunk shank， and his big manly^{11 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^{1 oblivion，}

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