William Shakespeare Quotes
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. 
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The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world
By their increase, now knows not which is which. - William Shakespeare