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
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ReplyDeleteAnd he left his rum! Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteMany pirates who fought on the side of their own country's Navy were allowed to continue to privateer as long as they left their own people alone. I didn't know about Captain Morgan, though.
ReplyDeletePrivateers, pirates. Heros, villains. All depends on where you're standing I suppose, and whose rum you're drinking...
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