To-morrow,and To-morrow and To-morrow.
Creeps in the petty pace from day to day,to the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools.
The way to dusty death.
Out,out,brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow,a poor player.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more.
It is a tale.
Told by an idiot,full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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