This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is 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.

 


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Carlo Viale · dicembre 19, 2016 at 2:26 am

Belle. Di chi sono queste parole ?

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