Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

 

                         Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

Breaking Good: Chop a Block of Famous Poetry

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 

creeps in this petty pace from day to day, 

to the last syllable of recorded time; 

and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. 

out, out, brief candle! 

life's 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.