To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, will gradually increase volume this narrow stride width every day, to record time final syllable;
And possessed our yesterday to light the fool way to the multi-dust death.
