This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.”
Also in Macbeth (act v. sc. 5, l. 22, vol. vii. p. 512),—
“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