What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?
Tag: William Shakespeare
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I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
My library Was dukedom large enough.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
I would fain die a dry death.
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
Life 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 tall Tale, Told by an Idiot, full of Sound and Fury, Signifying nothing.”