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"There would have been a time for such a word.
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 th stage.
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~William Shakespeare, MacBeth

Description
"There would have been a time for such a word.
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 th stage.
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~William Shakespeare, MacBeth