Book: Macbeth. Page 1

Yes, you list the number of people
As hounds, mongrels, mosek, half-breeds,
Greyhounds cops and tops, all in a crowd
Name dogs. But painting prices
Them divides into nimble, meek, smart,
Guard, hunting, properties,
Rich nature has given them,
So there is each the rank, though in General the differences between them are not;
That's the same with people.

Become is little.
Need to be durable.

God bless you
And those people who are ready to turn
A lie in truth and in friends - enemies.

Omnipotent eh night, or ashamed of the day, but the darkness
Buries face of the earth, deprived of affection
Living light.

Here in human smiles daggers.
Here all the closest blood bloody all.

Here in human smiles daggers.
Here all the closest blood bloody all.

There is no easier to service than to sorrow feigned,
For those who are false.

Who can be at once smart, insane,
Calm, furious, loyal and evasive?
No.

Nice work - the healer fatigue.

He died, as if practiced in death.

So the devil is true?

Holding hands, Jogging
Round dancing will go.
Flashed around them.
From under the feet the earth will go.

But as bezoblachnoe follow the clouds
And the storm drowns in a sea of ships,
And the source of our salvation
Suddenly turned into the death of spring.

We days days whisper: "Tomorrow, tomorrow".
So quiet steps life creeps
To the last unfinished page.
It turns out that all of yesterday
We are back to light the way to the grave.
The end of the end, the candle burnt out!
(So in each case. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
And the days crawl, and that's really in the book of life
We read the last syllable and see
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way
To dusty death. Donlevy, brief candle!)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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!