MACBETH She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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. ...
"There might arise some vertiginous motions or whirlpools in the matter of the chaos, whereby the atoms must be thrust and crowded to the middle of those whirlpools, and there constipate one another into great solid bodies."