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 MACBETH ACT V SCENE V
 -William Shakespeare
She
should have died
hereafter;
There would have been a
for such a word.
Time
To
-morrow, and
-morrow, and
-morrow,
Creeps in this petty
from day to day,
Pace
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
a poor player,
Shadow;
That struts and frets his
Hours
upon the stage,
And then is heard
no more:
it is a tale
Told by an
full of sound and fury,
IDIOT,
Signifying
nothing.