Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

I had to memorize this passage from Macbeth for my AP English class, though I don’t resent it. I actually love this passage.

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 from no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.