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
- The Tempest Act IV Scene I
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
- The Tempest Act IV Scene I
