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|Text = To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, | |Text = To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, | ||
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | ||
To the last syllable of recorded time, | To the last syllable of recorded time, | ||
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | ||
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! | The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! | ||
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player | Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player | ||
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage | That struts and frets his hour upon the stage | ||
And then is heard no more: it is a tale | And then is heard no more: it is a tale | ||
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | ||
Signifying nothing | Signifying nothing | ||
|Source = Macbeth | |Source = Macbeth | ||
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</pre> | </pre> | ||
< | <div style="border-left-style:solid; border-left-color:#bababa"><blockquote><i>To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, | ||
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | Creeps in this petty pace from day to day | ||
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Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, | ||
Signifying nothing | Signifying nothing</i> | ||
-Macbeth</blockquote> | - Macbeth</blockquote></div> | ||
</noinclude> | </noinclude> | ||
<includeonly> | <includeonly> | ||
< | <div style="border-left-style:solid; border-left-color:#bababa"><blockquote><i>{{{Text}}}</i> | ||
-{{{Source}}}</blockquote> | - {{{Source}}}</blockquote></div> | ||
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Revision as of 12:47, 20 August 2022
The text below will initialise the quote shown below it.
{{Quote
|Text = 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
|Source = 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 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
- Macbeth
