William Shakespeare

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

She should have died later.

There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this trivial pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time.

And all our yesterdays have lighted

The way to dusty death for fools.

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's only a walking shadow; a bad actor,

That struts and worries about his hour on stage,

And then is not heard from again.

It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

You came to use your tongue. Tell your story quickly.