10 March 2011

life's brief candle..

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 stageAnd then is heard no more:
it is a tale
Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, 

Signifying nothing