Even in the cannon’s mouth.
Then the lover, sighing like a furnace,
With a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow.
And then the justice, in fair round belly,
And good capon lined,
With eyes to see, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances.
And so he plays his part.
The sixth age, slips into the lean and slippers pantalon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;