原版英文故事与诗歌：The Seven Ages of Man（打印版）

　　The Seven Ages of Man

　　(from As You Like It, II, vii)

　　by William Shakespeare

　　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;

　　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 lin'd,

　　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 sav'd, 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.