Our revels now are ended


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-capped towers, 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 sleep.

Wiliam Shakespeare





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