". . . The sixth age shifts/Into the lean and slipper'd 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."
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Shakespeare
William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 2, Scene 7
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