Excerpt from “The Tempest” Act 4, Scene 1
William Shakespeare
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 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 a sleep.
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One of my favorite quotes from The Bard, whose words still light up the sky in the present tense for hundred years after he first wrote them.