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The seven ages of editor, byWill E. Spear-Shake,However You Like It (unpublished, written c. 1599 in melancholy mood)
All the wiki’s a stage,
And all the men (andwomen,if there be any) merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man {{sexism}} in his {{same again}} time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, thenewbie,
Mewling and puking on thetea-room's floor.
Then thewhining know-it-all,self-satisfied
Andshining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly toANI. And then thelover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to Wikipedia's eyebrow. Then aTutnum,
Full ofstrange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden andquick in quarrel,
Seekingthe bubble reputation
Even inarbitration. And then theadmin,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full ofwise saws andmodern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again towardchildish sniping, ever
griping round and round. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
SansAWB, sansAfD,sans favourite topics,sans everything.