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 MACBETH ACT V SCENE V
 -William Shakespeare
She should have died
hereafter;
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 the stage,
And then is
heard no more: it is a tale
Told 
by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.