#20 Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

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'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.

 

Mcbeth Act 5 Scene 5 by William Shakespeare.