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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.
– William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616); Prospero speaking in anticipation of his daughter's wedding, in Act IV, scene 1 of The Tempest (believed to have been written in 1610 - 11).
