William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
(Macbeth heeft net gehoord dat zijn vrouw dood is)
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
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.