Rapparree's last post was lifted whole from Shakespeare. Hamlet .   Act 2, Scene 2.

BULLPOOP! It was also lifted from The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1.

But I must say,

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. Out, out, brief candle!
Amos is but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. He is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

And you can quote ME.