Ocupation: Poet
Life: 1564 - April 23, 1616
Birthday: 1564
Death: April 23
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.
source: 'The Tempest' (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. 148
topic: Life, Dream, Sleep, Life And Dreams, Solemn, I Had A Dream, Pageant, Life Is A Dream, Visions And Dreams, Our Dreams, Fabric Of Life, Just A Dream, Sleep And Dream, Sleep Dream