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"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more: it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing."
If you can name where this comes from....I will totally be impressed. I may even post something cooler on my blog tomorrow. ( I am really working on a post that will rock your world.)
extra bonus points for who ever can answer this riddle...
Marble walls as white as milk , lined with skin as soft as silk. In a lake that's crystal clear, A golden apple doth appear. There are no doors, nor passage behold, yet thieves break in to steal the gold. What Am I?
posted by Unknown @ 12:04 PM
2 Comments:
Macbeth, and that second one is an ice cube in a bobbing for apples thing, that has a wedding ring frozen inside of it. Silly Rachel thinking it was an egg, how entirely preposterous!
Rachel:your right about it being an egg. GO YOU!
Sarah: You rock...even if you did cheat to tell me that the qoute was from Macbeth. And you had an interesting take on the riddle.
Eternal:...well..you keep trying buddy!:)
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