by aurumlupus » Thu May 24, 2012 12:40 pm
Faith sighed. "Too late, he has already given himself away, too easy to tell that he is lying." she said softly to Cyrus.
"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."