Forum Overview :: Tansin A. Darcos's Alter Ego :: In Eulogy, my favorite piece of literature, from "The Tempest"

[quote name="Commander Tansin A. Darcos"]I have memorized most, but not all, of this piece from Act 4, Scene 1, Page 7 of William Shakespeare's <i>The Tempest</i>, and I offer it, in memoriam: 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. Sir, I am vexed. Bear with my weakness. My old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity. If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk To still my beating mind. [/quote]