I used to know this word for word, but im not so sure anymore so bear with me, and i will post it as best i can
the 7 ages of man
All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players, they have their exits and their entrances and each man in his time plays many parts his acts being seven ages. At first the infant mewling and puke in the nurses arms, and they the whining schoolboy with his satchel and shining morning face creeeping like a snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover sighing like furnace with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow. And then the soldier full of strange oaths and bearded like a pard jealous in honor sudden and quick in quarrel seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth. 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 ages shift into the lean and slippered pantaloon with spectacles on nose, and pouch on side his youthful hose well saved a world to wide for his shrunk shank and his big manly voice turns again toward childish treble pipes and whistles in his sound. and the last scene of all that ends this strange eventful history is second childishness and mere oblivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
well thats as good as i am going to remember it, it should be fairly accurate. here are a few frost poems that i liked and remembered as well
Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though.
He will not mind me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near,
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
to see if there is some mistake,
the only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
The road not taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not travel both
but be one traveller long i stood
and stared down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other just as fair,
but having perhaps the better claims,
for it was grassy and want wear,
though as for the passing there
had worn them really about the same.
Both in doth moring equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black,
yet I saved the first for another day,
yet knowing how way leads on to way
doubted if i should ever be back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence,
two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less travelled by,
and that's made all the difference.
I apologize for any inaccurate words, and punctuation, but my poor brain can only remember so much
. I hope you all enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed reading all of yours
[ 06-22-2002, 02:47 PM: Message edited by: AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe ]