Poetry Analysis
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All the world's a stage,
William Shakespeare
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And all the men and women MERELY PLAYERS:
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And one man in his time plays many parts,HIS ACTS BEING SEVEN AGES.
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At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
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And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school.
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And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow.
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Jealous in honour,sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth.
Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
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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.
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The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound.
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Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
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Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.