All men play a series of characters in their time
First an infant, drooly and illiterate
Then a school boy who prefers to play than learn
Then a lover, speaking nonsensical praises to his mistress
Then a soldier, willing to risk his life for honour of his own
Then a working man of the law, round, wise and aged
Then an elderly man, shuffling about in his slippers and pants about his shrunken wrinkled figure, and childish dependence
And finally, the unconscious dead, without the ability to exist
And so closes the curtain on every man.