Bona Fide 34473382 - second update

 

 

 

 

All the worlds 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 nurses 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 honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation.

 

 

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