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.
becomes:
To-morrow and to-morrow
to-morrow and,
Creeps this in pace day from day petty to,
time the recorded of last syllable To;
our all And yesterdays fools lighted have
The way candle Out to out dusty death brief!
Life's a poor but player walking a shadow,
and That frets his stage upon struts the hour,
And then is tale It no heard a is more
Told by of an full sound idiot fury and,
nothing Signifying.
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and to-morrow To-morrow and
to-morrow,
to this in from day day pace petty Creeps,
time the recorded To of syllable last;
have And lighted all fools our yesterdays
The way brief out dusty Out to candle death!
Life's shadow walking a a but player poor,
and That stage frets hour struts his the upon,
is And It heard then more tale is no a
and by of an full idiot sound Told fury,
Signifying nothing.
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