Mar 18, 2012

Onto Shakespeare.

Answer:  Only one!  The others were merely mentions...

The Tempest

Be cheerful, sir:
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-capped 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
     ~ Prospero


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