On Mon, 30 Oct 2006 23:32:46 -0600, ::darkshadows:: wrote:
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>AS YOU LIKE IT
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>A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
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>JAQUES: 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................
>............................... Last scene of all,
>That ends this strange eventful history,
>Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
>Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Oh, cruel! Too cruel! To see one's own infirmities trumpeted so
publicly abroad for fools to mock at. But then, as said of Cleopatra,
so of me:- "Age cannot wither nor custom stale (my) infinite variety."
Mephi
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