Friday, September 12, 2008

Such stuff as dreams are made on

  • Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
  • As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
  • And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
  • The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
  • The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
  • Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
  • And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
  • Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sLEEP.

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