When the curtain falls down

All the world's a stage
And all are merely players
They have their entrances and their exits
And one man in his time play

At first, the infant mewling in his mothers's arms

Then, the morning schoolboy with his shining morning face, but creeping like a snail
Unwilling to go to school
.
Then the lover, singing and shining like furnace
.
Then he becomes mr. Justice with eyes severe, and a beard if formal cut
.
So, when he played four parts, but he still doesn't know when the curtain will fall down
And he has no authority over it.
That's the reality, my friend

Then he shifts into someone with spectacles on his nose, and his big manly voice
Turning again toward childish
Treble pipes and whistles in his sound
.
Last scene of all of this strange, eventful history, is second childishness, and mere oblivion

And so the curtain falls down, and the play has stopped

That's just the reality, my friend.

So, in whom can we rely?
If you seek for it, you will find it!!