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.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act v, Sc. 5
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.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth
-- Act v, Sc. 5
Related:
- To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5... - Quote #122 Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. -- (Macbeth, Act V)
- Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of ma
o-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him... - My fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in '
I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5... - Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.
-- William Cowper (1731-1800) -- The Needless Alarm, Moral... - Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3... - Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but not for love.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iv, Sc. 1... - The time has been,
That when the brains were out the man would die,
And there an end
but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.... - My way of life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf
And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have...
