Life is neither a tragedy,
nor a comedy,
nor a comedy of errors.
Life is not a walking shadow,
Nor a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And heard no more...
Life is not a tale told by an idiot;
full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing.
It is, O Bard, a precious gift of God:
We may take it, as we like it.