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Life is full of sound and fury, Signifying not a thing. But out there you are the jury, You know that the play’s the thing. |
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Sound
and fury life is full of, Signifying not a thing. If you want to find a true love, Or a laugh: the play’s the thing. |
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The play’s
the thing to capture conscience. Blessèd with a muse of fire. The play’s the thing to spark your laughter, Or enflame your strange desire. |
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We
are simply foolish actors: Strutting hours upon the stage. Still we’re secret benefactors Of the wisdom of the age. |
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| You’ll
find truth amongst our fancies, And the real within our lies. Whilst our subtle necromancies Show themselves before your eyes. |
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only shadows up here As if spirits in a dream. With a feigned laugh, frown, or false tear: Things aren’t always as they seem. |
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word change) The play’s the thing to capture conscience. Blessèd with a muse of fire. The play’s the thing to spark your laughter, Or enflame your heart’s desire. |
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