WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: OUR REVELS NOW ARE ENDED

William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)

Our revels now are ended

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.

William Shakespeare, “The Tempest”, Act 4 scene 1
Shakespeare 400 (1616 – 2016)

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