William Mulready, The Seven Ages of Man (1838) from As You Like It – Illustration of the passage of Jacques's observations on the seven ages of man. Mulready crowds into a single canvas all the ages--from mewling infant to "mere obvilion"
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Thursday, October 17, 2013
Puzzle by Gary J. Whitehead / Edited by Will Shortz
APPEND AGE (35A. Wing, e.g. … or a hint to answering 17-, 23-, 49- and 56-Across), SCOTLAND YARD AGE (17A. Distance at St. Andrews golf course?), NEW YORK POST AGE (23A. Cost of mail from Manhattan?), E STREET BAND AGE (49A. First-aid supply for Springsteen?) and CLASSIFIED AD AGE (56A. Top-secret proverb?) constitute the interrelated group of this forgettable Thursday crossword.
Other — ALGIERS (12D. Locale of a 1956 fight for independence), JEAN ARP (41D. Dada pioneer); HOARSE and RASP (9D. Like a speaker with a 25-Down); MACBETH (2D. Source of the line “Something wicked this way comes”), MY STARS (39D. “Good heavens!”); OBERLIN (38D. Noted Ohio conservatory); STAGGER (11D. Reel); WHO’S WHO (3D. Elite group).
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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 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 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 slipper'd 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.
~ As You Like It, William Shakespeare
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