Showing posts with label fortune. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fortune. Show all posts
Saturday, February 8, 2020
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, from MacBeth
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.
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