The seven ages of editor, by Will E. Spear-Shake, However You Like It (unpublished, written c. 1599 in melancholy mood)

    All the wiki’s a stage,
And all the men (and women, 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, the newbie,
Mewling and puking on the tea-room's floor.
Then the whining know-it-all, self-satisfied
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to ANI. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to Wikipedia's eyebrow. Then a Tutnum,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in arbitration. And then the admin,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
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 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 toward childish sniping, ever
griping round and round. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans AWB, sans AfD, sans favourite topics, sans everything.