Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow creep this petty pace from the last syllable of recorded time. And all our Yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage....and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury....signifying nothing
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow creep this petty pace from the last syllable of recorded time. And all our Yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage....and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury....signifying nothing
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow creep this petty pace from the last syllable of recorded time. And all our Yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle. Life is but a walking shadow. A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage....and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury....signifying nothing
"Why, man....... he doth bestride the narrow road like a colossus, and we petty men, we walk under his huge legs, and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves."
I'll be waiting with bated breath for the nest edition.
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