We are such stuff
             As dreams are made on, and our little life
             Is rounded with a sleep.
                     The Tempest. Acte IV, escena 1.

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Flebes, el mariner, va córrer moltes mars;
guanyà, perdé, sofrí la mort per aigua.
Llegim-nos l'un a l'altre La Tempesta:
sabrem alguna cosa
de la vida, del somni i de la mort.