The Seven Ages of Man
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;
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 lin'd,
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 sav'd, 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.
From William Shakespeare’s As you like it.
Did he get the last bit right? Where’s the optimistic bit?
Now that you know what you are looking for, have a look at the book written by the prophet Joel. Can you tell which is the primeval part, the time of trial, the millennium, the time of tribulation and selection followed by final destruction and the new Earth?