zibacco (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} zibacco) wrote,@ 2008-07-03 10:08:00 |
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Spearing shakes
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
