WHO said: "to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,/ creeps in this petty face from day to day/ to the last syllable of recorded time,/ and all our yesterdays have lighted fools (rest in details)

..."/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 no more: it is a tale/ told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,/ signifying nothing." WHO said it and WHAT does it means?