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!
Life's 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.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
I'm so late on commenting. I'm so impressed with this. I knew who it was as soon as I saw it. You are amazing. Thank you so much for joining FFO. Please stop by my blog on Sunday to see a new art link up. Have a great evening.
I recognized him immediately!
ReplyDeleteGreat portrait!
ReplyDeleteGreat eyes!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteI'm so late on commenting. I'm so impressed with this. I knew who it was as soon as I saw it. You are amazing. Thank you so much for joining FFO. Please stop by my blog on Sunday to see a new art link up. Have a great evening.
ReplyDeleteYou captured him well.
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