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