All The World’s a Stage (Shakespeare)

[New Age Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 woeful ballad [Pre-Chorus 1] 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, [Chorus 1] In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; [Verse 2] 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 sav’d, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes [Pre-Chorus 2] 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 [Chorus 2] In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; [Slower Bridge] 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 [Chorus 3] In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; [Celtic Fade] {END}