All The World's A Stage by William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage...

and all the men and women are merely players

They have...

their exits and their entrances

And on 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 schoolboy,

with his satchel and shining morning face,

Creeping like snail...

unwillingly to school

And then the lover,

with a woeful ballad

Made to his...

mistress's 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,

even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice,

in fair round belly with eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws...

and modern instance; And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts into 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 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.