Not the most cheerful of Will's writings: - "sans everything"......
"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 honour, 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.
William Shakespeare
You are a trouper posting the whole writing........you must be a quicker typer than me! Gives a feel of the little theatre.....reminds me of the little theatre in the woods at Keswick.
Pat, no heroics on my part - all this kind of stuff is copy and paste from the internet. (And all the texts of my dad's PoW extracts were also copy and paste (maybe a little editing) from my word-processed version of his diaries. Mind, the original typing of his diaries (46,000 words) was painstaking!!
Sophia, you make me laugh -but I'm not sure why my comment is funny!
Pat, no heroics on my part - all this kind of stuff is copy and paste from the internet. (And all the texts of my dad's PoW extracts were also copy and paste (maybe a little editing) from my word-processed version of his diaries. Mind, the original typing of his diaries (46,000 words) was painstaking!!
p.s. - I suppose I can see myself getting closer and closer to 'sans everything'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The funny thing is that Ray thinks I have no sense of humour ??!!!