marianne faithfull
epilogue
Our revels now our ended These are actors, as I foretold you We're 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  Yeah, 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 of And our little life is rounded With a sleep 