Friday, October 14, 2011 3:03:05 PM
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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