Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow; creeps in the petty pace from day to day; to the last hour of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
MacBeth – Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow; creeps in the petty pace from day to day; to the last hour of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
MacBeth – Shakespeare