Name: William Shakespeare - All the world's a stage
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Description: "All the world's a stage" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of William Shakespeare's pastoral comedy As You Like It. The poem reflects the idea that life is lik

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"All the world's a stage" is one of the timeless poems written by William Shakespeare. It is a part of William Shakespeare's pastoral comedy As You Like It. The poem reflects the idea that life is like a theatrical performance, where individuals play different roles at various stages of their lives. This metaphor suggests that we all have our parts to play, our entrances and exits, and that our experiences shape who we are as characters in the grand drama of existence. It's often quoted to emphasize the transient and performative nature of human life.

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.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, 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 slippered 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.