Anonymous ID: b7ad82 Nov. 4, 2021, 9:54 p.m. No.14927898   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>14927872

 

 

(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)

 

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.