<div><em>Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,</em></div>
<div><em>Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,</em></div>
<div><em>To the last syllable of recorded time;</em></div>
<div><em>And all our yesterdays have lighted fools</em></div>
<div><em>The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!</em></div>
<div><em>Life&#8217;s but a walking shadow, a poor player,</em></div>
<div><em>That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,</em></div>
<div><em>And then is heard no more. It is a tale</em></div>
<div><em>Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,</em></div>
<div><em>Signifying nothing.</em></div>
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<div>-Macbeth, Act V, Scene 5.</div>
