Lamentation 4: we are such stuff as dreams are made on

I found this when sorting through my mom's things, after she passed away last year.  On a loose sheet of paper from almost a decade earlier, she noted

4/5/09 found in: John Cleever - The Wapshot Chronicle:
Shakespeare: Prospero's speech -

"Our revels now are ended.
These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air.  We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep."

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The full quote, from <u>The Tempest</u> (Act 4, Scene 1) is

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.

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Another entry in an occasional series of posts of lamentation. (The introduction to this series can be found here, and links to the complete series here.)