William Shakespeare- (bapt. 26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616)- was an English playwright, poet and actor.
He is widely
regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist.He is often called England's
national poet and the "Bard of Avon" .
Unlocking of Difficulties
1. Mewling (‘myüling) v. - to cry weakly
e.g. The kittens began mewling for their mother's milk.
2. Puking (‘pyüking) v. to vomit/ vomiting
e.g.The baby puked all down my shirt.
3. Whining (‘hwīning) adj. producing prolonged high-pitched sound.
e.g.Quit whining and finish your dinner
4. Satchel (‘sa-chƏl) n. a small bag often with a shoulder strap
e.g.He buckled his satchel on to his bicycle.
5. Furnace ( ‘fƏr-nƏs)n. – an enclosed structure in which heat is produced.
e.g. The iron ore is melted in huge furnaces.
6. Woeful (‘wō-fƏl) adj. full of woe; grievous
e.g. The man had woeful eyes.
7. Severe ( sƏ-‘vir) adj. strict in judgment.
He faces severe penalties for his actions.
8. Shrunk (‘shrƏnk) v. to lose substance or weight.
e.g. The suit has shrunk out of shape
9. Shank (‘shank) n. the part of the leg between the knee and ankle.
e.g. He felt a bullet hit his shank.
10. Oblivion (Ə-‘bli-vē-Ən)- the fact or condition of not remembering.
e.g. Alcoholics often suffer from periods of oblivion.
11. Sans ( ‘sanz) preposition .- without.
e.g.My plate was filled with steak and potatoes but sans shrimp since I am allergic to seafood.
The Seven Ages of Man
by: William Shakespeare
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;
And 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.