William Shakespeare on Candles
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“Thus hath the candle singed the moth.”
“Bell, book and candle shall not drive me back, When gold and silver becks me to come on.”
“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.”