Four times the life

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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 smail 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.

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