Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and, Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and, Tomorrow William_Shakerpeare She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word Tomrrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all out yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts..