Thursday, April 11, 2013

cloud capp'd...

            Prospero: our revels are now ended.
            these our actors,
            as i fortold you, were all spirits and
            are melted into the air, into thin air,
            and, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
            the cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous
            places,
            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.
           
shakespeare - the tempest.

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