Saturday, March 1, 2014

LIFE'S BRIEF CANDLE

tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
creeps in this pretty pace,
from day to day,
to the last syllable,
of recorded time,
and all our yesterdays,
have lighted fools,
the way to dust death,
out,out brief candle!

life is 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.

- WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE -
  

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