the cat and the mouse
recharge yourself
put is in the gold
of your kind heart
love the world
if you can not give a reward
the kind word kind
do not live for yourself
feel with the others and believe
the seed of fare will grow and give
the world the needed love
you feel like the hero
when your heart burdens a load
the sad is growing over
but it will be down
if you cultivated the given
.
recharge yourself
put is in the gold
of your kind heart
love the world
if you can not give a reward
the kind word kind
do not live for yourself
feel with the others and believe
the seed of fare will grow and give
the world the needed love
you feel like the hero
when your heart burdens a load
the sad is growing over
but it will be down
if you cultivated the given
.
All the world's a stage,
ReplyDeleteAnd 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.
by william shekspear