3|Bears

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"To-morrow(1), and to-morrow(2), and to-morrow(3),

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." --From Macbeth (V, v, 19)--