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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.
Topics
- Time
- Death
- Life
- Inspirational
- Hours
- Poor
- Player
- Shadow
- Fool
- Idiot
- Fury
- Candle
- Walking
- Dying
- Creeps
- Heard
- Lasts
- Morrow
- Pace
- Sound
- Stage
- Tales
- Way
- Yesterday
- Day To Day
- Signifying
- Syllables
- Petty
- Slings And Arrows
- Tomorrow
- Meaninglessness
- Brief Life
- Pace Of Life
- Theme
- Fretting
- Futility Of Life
- Life And Death
- Macbeth Conflict
- Macbeth Essay
- Macbeth Theme
- Darkness In Macbeth
- Important Macbeth
- Macbeth Play
- Romeo And Juliet Play
- Macbeth Key
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