Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow (1)
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day (2)
To the last syllable of recorded time. (3)
Time and the passing of time is a whole lot of nothingness.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools (4)
The way to dusty death. (5)
Out, out, brief candle. (6)
All the passing of time ultimately leads to death. His wife’s life is over. Her light has been extinguished.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player (7)
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, (8)
Death is always around the corner.
And then is heard no more. It is a tale (9)
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, (10)
Signifying nothing. (11)
Life is meaningless.