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,

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

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 honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

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

Into the lean and slipper'd 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.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above

With ease can save each object of his love;

Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast

False fires, that others may be lost.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To the Lady Fleming.

Alone, alone,—all, all alone;

Alone on a wide, wide sea.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Ancient Mariner. Part iv.

Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.

Geoffrey Chaucer (1328-1400): Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 493.

Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar

Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;

Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear

The flying chariot through the field of air.

Erasmus Darwin (1731-1802): The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289.