by aurumlupus » Fri Jun 01, 2012 9:38 am
Faith smiled, but went and laid down next to him, resting her body against him. She was content to wait until everyone was done with their fights and licking their wounds.
"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."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."