La Tempesta

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.””

— William Shakespeare

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.””

— William Shakespeare

“What's past is prologue.””

— William Shakespeare

“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-capp’d 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.””

— William Shakespeare

“Me, poor man, my libraryWas dukedom large enough.””

— William Shakespeare

“O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!””

— William Shakespeare

“Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,That, if I then had waked after long sleep,Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,The clouds methought would open, and show richesReady to drop upon me; that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.””

— William Shakespeare

“Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade,But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,”

— William Shakespeare

“This thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.””

— William Shakespeare