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"— 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. Out, out, brief candle!
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".

— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28);

Calligraphy based on medieval Wardington Hours, my own initial letters. Calligraphy, gilding and miniatures on cotton paper.

Description
"— 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. Out, out, brief candle!
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".

— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28);

Calligraphy based on medieval Wardington Hours, my own initial letters. Calligraphy, gilding and miniatures on cotton paper.