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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, His acts being seven ages.


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, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school;

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And then, the Lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eye-brow.


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:

* Violent.


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, And so he plays his part:


The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper's 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:

* Trite, common.


Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is Second Childishness, and mere oblivion; Saus teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.


A SHEPHERD'S PHILOSOPHY. I KNOW, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :—That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.


Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, content with my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

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Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone?

Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach.

DESCRIPTION OF A LOVER. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye, and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit*; which you have not: a beard neglected; which you have not:-but I pardon you for that; for, simply, your having t in beard is a younger brother's revenue :—Then your hose should be ungartered, your bonnetunbanded, your sleeve unbuttoned, your shoe untied, and every thing about you demonstrating a careless desolation. But you are no such

* A spirit averse to conversation.

+ Estate.

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