macbeth soliloqy

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 but a walking shadow, poor player that struts and frets his honor upon the stage and then is heard no more. Its a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. 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 but a walking shadow, poor player that struts and frets his honor upon the stage and then is heard no more. Its a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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 but a walking shadow, poor player that struts and frets his honor upon the stage and then is heard no more. Its a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. 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 but a walking shadow, poor player that struts and frets his honor upon the stage and then is heard no more. Its a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
September 12, 2019