William Shakespeare famous quote #113

Our revels now are ended. These our actorsAs I foretold you were all spirits andAre melted into air into thin airAnd like the baseless fabric of this visionThe cloud-cappd towrs the gorgeous palacesThe solemn temples the great glove itselfYea all which it inherit shall dissolveAnd like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.

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