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 whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school.
Labels: All the world's a stage, And then the whining school-boy, As You Like It, Seven ages of Gramps, Shakespeare, William E. Thomas
