Thursday, 11 December 2008

Life Brief Candle

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 a idiot,

Full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing....

William Shakespeare

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