[ti:All the World's a Stage by William Shakespeare]
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[00:05.28]All the world's a stage,
[00:07.10]And all the men and women merely players;
[00:09.74]They have their exits and their entrances,
[00:13.18]And one man in his time plays many parts,
[00:19.60]His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
[00:23.75]Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
[00:27.59]Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
[00:31.38]And shining morning face, creeping like snail
[00:35.62]Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
[00:39.92]Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
[00:43.01]Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
[00:47.22]Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
[00:50.61]Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
[00:53.24]Seeking the bubble reputation
[00:56.03]Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
[01:01.26]In fair round belly with good capon lined,
[01:04.59]With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
[01:08.79]Full of wise saws and modern instances;
[01:12.78]And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
[01:19.10]Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
[01:22.58]With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
[01:26.73]His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
[01:29.64]For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
[01:37.44]Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
[01:41.13]And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
[01:47.46]That ends this strange eventful history,
[01:51.40]Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
[01:56.40]Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.