This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is 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.
One that lies three thirds and uses a known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should be once heard and thrice beaten.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
A walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
All that glisters is not gold.Often you have heard that told:Many a man his life hath soldBut my outside to behold:Gilded tombs do worms enfold.