life's but a walking shadow
a violet in the youth of primy nature
the perfume and suppliance of a minute
no more
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard
no more
forward, not permanent, sweet not lasting
it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
life's but a walking shadow
a violet in the youth of primy nature
the perfume and suppliance of a minute
no more
a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard
no more
forward, not permanent, sweet not lasting
it is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
All words borrowed from Shakespeare
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