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.