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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
from Macbeth
William Shakespeare

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this 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.

~ by jackelopette on May 28, 2003.

Posted in Cryptic, Music, Quotes, Transitions