As You Like It: Act II, Scene 7 – Jaques Speech

All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances, Stanzas I-III
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. Stanzas IV-VI
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover, Stanzas VII-IX
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Stanzas X-XII
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, Stanzas XIII-XV
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances; Stanzas XVI-XVIII
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; Stanzas XIX-XXI
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipes Stanzas XXII-XXIV
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,In second childishness and mere oblivion, Stanzas XXV-XXVII
Sans eyes, sans teeth, sans taste, sans everything. Stanza XXVIII