William Shakespeare's "Seven Ages of Man" describes the seven stages of a man's life from infancy to old age. The stages are: infant, whining schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childishness in old age without senses or memory.
William Shakespeare's "Seven Ages of Man" describes the seven stages of a man's life from infancy to old age. The stages are: infant, whining schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childishness in old age without senses or memory.
William Shakespeare's "Seven Ages of Man" describes the seven stages of a man's life from infancy to old age. The stages are: infant, whining schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childishness in old age without senses or memory.
William Shakespeare's "Seven Ages of Man" describes the seven stages of a man's life from infancy to old age. The stages are: infant, whining schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childishness in old age without senses or memory.
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Seven Ages of Man
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
From “As You Like It,” Act II. Sc. 7.
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, 5 His Acts being seven ages. At first the Infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining School-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the Lover, 10 Sighing like furnace, with a woful 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 15 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 20 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 25 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.