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.