"Be cheerful, my friend. Our revels are now 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 theatre 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."-[W. Shakespeare]
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