Seven ages of Man..by..shakepeare

This is one of my favorite poetry's in English where every stage of man is defined so clearly ..when I first read this in school,I was in 8 th grade our English teacher describing each and every line so clearly that it still has that effect on me..after years...
William Shakespeare one of the greatest writers of its time,so clear about his perception that it tells us the road ahead and where we stand right now...
The sixth stage is my favourite paragraph ... defined very clearly when we reach our old age ,which is also little scary but how the process changes from a blooming bud to a flower which is now ready to shed its petals .... leaving behind only a dry stem which was once a pride of the garden...

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 schoolboy, 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 honor, 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 slippered 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.....