"All the worlds a stage..."

[honEbee]

"All the world's a stage,and all the men and women merely players. They have thier 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 nurses arms. And then the whining school boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like a snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful balad made to his mistrisses; eyebrow. Then a soldier, full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, seaking the bubble reputation, even in the cannons mouth. And then the justice, in fair round belly with hood 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 into the mean and slipper'd pantaloon,with spectacles on nose and pouch on side, his usefull hose well saved, a world to wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again toward childish treble, pipes and wistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childish and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
-Shakespeare
[This message has been edited by honEbee (edited 28 June 2001).]