Death of Each Day's Life
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care, the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
- "Macbeth" by William Shakespeare
It's ten minutes to 4am, I'm gonna step over into "death" for a little while now... ;)
saccha went to bed sometime after 1:43 AM
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2 Comments:
Macbeth, LOL! My screensaver on the work pc reads something like "Life's but a walking shadow A poor player who 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 fiery Signifying nothing"... ;P
OMG! That's like the quote I memorised for my English Literature GCE 'O' Level paper! Haha...
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