From - The Tempest - William Shakespeare

Prospero. Be cheerful, sir:
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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