"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life ... is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes."
"I drink to the general joy o’ the whole table."Macbeth"
"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 foolsThe 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 taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."