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......
Ye all which it inherit...... shall dissolve......
And , like this insubstantial pageant ...faded......
leave not a wisp behind.
We are such stuff...... as dreams are made on......
And our little life ...... is rounded with a sleep.