One man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages:
1. At first the infant, crying and puking in the nurse's armes.
2. Then, the whining schoole-boy with his satchell and shining morning face, creeping like a snail unwillingly to schoole.
3. And then the lover, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress's eyebrow.
4. Then, a soldier, full of strange oaths, and bearded like the lion, jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrell, seeking empty fame and fortune.
5. And then, the justice, his fair round belly with the best food filled, with eyes severe and beard of formal cut, full of wise sayings and recent judgements.
6. The sixth age shifts into the lean and slippered figure of fun, with spectacles on nose, his bigge manly voice turning again towards childish treble.
7. Last scene of all, is second childishness and then oblivion, without teeth, eyes, taste, without everything.

From As You Like It, Act 2 Scene 7