All the world is a stage
Crowded by players of every age.
And the big broad sun is a spotlight,
And one man is the playwright.

All the world is a library
On which everyone owns a contemporary.
And each and every bookshelf
Has a book that man has written for himself.

All the world is a theatre all along...
And the prize is meant not for only the wise and strong.
Some believe in effort, some in magic,
And some the acts of others they mimic.

I rather not waste my day,
I rather do my part.
To be a prolific actor of my play,
Before death do us part.