And Then Is Heard No More

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.
--William Shakespeare
(from "Macbeth")