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Shakespeare's Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)

She should've died hereafter... There would have been a time for such a word

Tomorrow... and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps at 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 is but a walking shadow. A poor player, who 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 everything nothing

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