Wednesday, November 25, 2009

For the love of Shakespeare

These lines are from the play 'As You Like It' written by William Shakespeare, and are the dialogues of Jaques, one of the lords accompanying Duke Senior. Probably the best words ever written.So, here goes. :)

"All the world's a stage,
And all the and women merely players:
They have their exits and 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 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.

Don't pretend

Don't pretend
Don't act like my best friend, I know deep inside that you don't even like me,
Don't come looking for me when I'm not in front of you, I'm trying to escape from you,
Don't tell me your secrets, I'm not going to tell you mine,
Don't think you know everything about me, because you don't know a single bit,
Don't think you can get away with every lie you've ever told me, I still keep count,
But, most of all, don't think that despite all of this, I don't care for you. Because I do, and because somehow, I don't really hate you.