OK I have to...

be a real geek and finish the Macbeth quote. I swear on my Catholic honor that I am not cheating.

She should've died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in its petty pace from day to day
Until the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusky death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's like a walking shadow
A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.
It is tale, told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

(V.II.)