and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death out out brief
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.
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.