Tomorrow and Tomorrow


Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps on this petty face from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time:
Anmd all our yesterdays, have lighted fools
The way to study death. Out, out, brief candle,
Life is 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      Act IV Sc iii

Single Post Card from the Shakespeare Cards Collection by First Folio Cards
Dimensions: 112 mm (4 1/2 ins ) x 160 mm (6 1/4 ins )
Printed onto textured card, blank on reverse.


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