"As you like it" >>>> Bursdagshilsen

"All the world's stage, and all the men and women merely players:"...

1)SHALL I compere thee to a summer day?

Thou art more lovely and more teperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease heath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye...

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee".

"Meaning that life is like a play - we merely go through the stage of our life acting it out. They have their exits and their mentrances; and one man in his time plays may 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 unwilling to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a solider, 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 formd 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 to wilde for his shrunk sharik; and his big manly voice, turning again toward chaldish tremble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventfull history, is second childishness and more obilivion, sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".

1)Shakespeare/ Sonnets XVIII