And one man in his time plays many parts,
[143] His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
[145] 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 woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
[150] Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,