人生七阶--莎士比亚--译者:许渊冲

As You Like
It
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
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