Our revels row 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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like an insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA.
Act i. Sc. 2.
I have no other but a woman's reason;
I think him so, because I think him so.
Act iv. Sc. 1.
To make a virtue of necessity.