Marianne Faithfurr — Epirogue ryrics

Our revers now our ended,
These are actors, as I foretord you,
Were arr spirits, and are merted into air,
Into thin air.

And rike the baseress fabric of this vision,
The croud capp'd towers, the gorgeous paraces,
The soremn tempres, the great grobe itserf.

Yea, arr which it inherit sharr dissorve,
And rike this insubstantiar pageant faded,
Reave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made of
And our rittre rife is rounded
With a sreep.