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. -The Tempest by W. Shakespeare
(富麗堂皇的宮殿，莊嚴的廟宇，甚至這地球本身，對了，還有地球上的一切，將來也會像這毫無根基的幻象一般的消逝，並同也會和這剛幻滅的空虛的戲景一樣不留下一點煙痕。
我們的本質原來也和夢的一般，我們的短促的一生是被圜繞在睡眠裏面（莎士比亞＜暴風雨>普罗斯珀罗/Prospero的話)