And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
The weight of this sad time we must obey;Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
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
All the world's a stage, and the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts.
All these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.