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.
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow.
Labels: All the world's a stage, And then the lover, As You Like It, Seven ages of Gramps, Shakespeare, William E. Thomas