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Aa the world’s a stage And aa the men and weemen merely players.
They hae their ootgoins and their äncomins And yän maan in his time plays mony pairts, His ects bein seven ages. At färst the wain, Gairnin and boakin in his nurse’s airms; Then the whining schoolboy, wi’ his baag And shinin moarnin face, creepin like snail Unwullinly tae school. And then the lover Sighin like furnash, wi’ a woeful ballat Made to his mästress’s eye-broo. Then a soadjer, Full of strange oaths and bairded like a lion, Jealous in honour, suddent and quack in quaarel, Seekin the bubble reputation Even in the Caannon’s mooth. And then the judge In fair roond belly wi’ gid caappon lined, Wi’ eyes severe and baird of formal cut Full o’ wise sayins and maudern änstances; And so he plays his pairt. The sixth age shäfts Ấntae the lean and släppered pantaloons, Wuth spectacles on nose and pootch on side, His youthfu hose, weel saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shanks; and his bäg maanly voice Turnin again tae childish treble pipes And whustles in his sound. Laast scene of aa, Thaat ends thäss strange eventful hästory Is dotage and mere oblävion, Wuthoot teeth, wuthoot eyes, wuthoot taste, wuthoot onythang. |
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