Oceanseed

This properly my favorite monologue from "William Shakespeare." You can read it if you like! All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. His acts being seven ages. at first, the infant, Muling and puking in the nurse's arms, 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 woful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow, and bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubb