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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

 
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Devika said...

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. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And 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,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. 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.

William Shakespeare -- a light which scripted every human emotion to precision!

Nice photo, Lorraine...very Christmassy...But the stage looked like set for a drama....hence thought of copying that poem here :)

love,
dev

Devika said...

**every human stage...emotions too in his plays :)

dev

Lorraine said...

ok Dev, thanks Shakespeare

Devika said...

yes, thanks to him, i too do...and modern shake'spheres' -- they go through a lot to entertain us? :)

don't worry - just one of those days :)

dev

Brian Miller said...

a soothed heart...that i like...and the lights of course...so festive and joyful...

Lorraine said...

Thanks very much Brian :)

ArleneWKW said...

Nice. It's also self perpetuating as I'm sure you know. Seeing light, metaphoric but also actual photons can sooth one's heart (or soul). Lots of us lhave a hard time with the gray skies of winter.

Michael Rawluk said...

The soothed heart should be the aim of Christmas.

Lorraine said...

That's beautiful Arlene, thank you :)

Oh yes, for everybody Michael, thanks so much :)