Book: As you like it

Rich in virtue lives like a miser in a poor shack, kind of like a pearl in an ugly oyster.

Time goes by for different persons different.

Even vows of love are not more expensive than oath traktirschikov. Both fasten fake accounts.

The whole world is a theatre.
In it women, men - are all actors.
They have their exits, exits,
And each one plays a role.
Seven of act being. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining schoolboy with satchel and,
With a face ruddy, reluctantly, snail
Creeping to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a sad ballad
In honor of the eyebrows, cute. And then the soldiers
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Overgrown beard, like a leopard,
Jealous of honor, bully fighting,
Ready glory Brenna to look for
Even in the cannon mouth. The judge then
With the abdomen rounded, where Capon hidden,
With strict eyes, close-cropped beard,
Template rules and maxims fount,-
So he plays a role. The sixth age
So it will be skinny Pantaloon,
The glasses, the shoes, the belt - purse,
Pants that from his youth coast, wide
Foot withered; courageous voice
Replaced again in a treble child:
Squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The ends this strange, eventful history -
Second childishness and mere oblivion
Without eyes, without feeling, without taste, without everything.

Men like April, when cared for, and in December, when already married.

Will never find women without a ready answer, except that it will be without language.