cloud capp'd...

            Prospero: our revels are now ended.

            these our actors,

            as i fortold you, were all spirits and

            are melted into the air, into thin air,

            and, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

            the cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous

            places,

            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.

           

shakespeare - the tempest.