Nothing, signifying fury and sound of full idiot,
An by told tale a is it more. No heard is then,
And stage the upon hour his frets, and struts that player poor.
A shadow walking, a but life's candle brief.
Out, out, Death! Dusty to way the fools lighted!
Have yesterdays our all, and time recorded of syllable last?
The to day to day from pace petty, this in creeps:
To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow!
Word a such for time a been,
Have would there hereafter died have.
Should she?
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