Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
From MacBeth
by William Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and ramp tomorrow,
This easy newspaper stage,
For the last syllable of the remarkable time;
And our whole it ignited deceives the kind
Yesterday at dusty death. Outside, of the short candle!
The life however going nuance to obstruct, a poor player
Props and its hour after the stage
And then does not belong longer: it is not history,
Which by an idiot is explained, the clay/tone and rage is full,
And possibly to something meant.
(Via Google Language Tools)
I always like massacring language with translation tools. It is a slow day at work today.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
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Or, if you GOOGLE-ify it:
WHEN majority I blink eye, then made the eyes of mine see better
For all the day when they look at things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in the dreams they look on the thee,
And obscurely luminous, be luminous in the directed darkness.
Then thou, whose doth of shades of shade make luminous,
How form thy of happy form of shadow's to show
At clear time with thy much of light more clearly,
When with the eyes unseeing the shade thy shines thus!
How, I say, of the eyes of mine would be blessed made
While looking on the thee in alive day,
When in right imperfect curtain thy at night died
With heavy dream in stay sightless of doth of the eyes!
All days are the nights for seeing, until I see thee,
And luminous days of nights when the dreams show me with thee.
- Sonnet XLIIL, William Shakespeare
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