“'Our revels now are ended“ William Shakespeare The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1

[jewelbiz]

After selling here continuously since May 1998, I’m taking a little break to re-evaluate me & Ebay.

I was almost relieved yesterday when all my items ended 10 Day Buyitnow.

Definitely will be scaling down.

Perhaps to just only the monthly free 50.

Less expensive items too, less liability...

Forgive me quoting Shakespeare below...

“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 

From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1

[mypostingid15]

What is he saying? in English please... I hope it has nothing to do with free listings.

[pburn]

Ha! And it doesn't even rhyme.

(Kidding--The Tempest is one of my favorites. Catch Peter Greenaway's "Prospero's Books" if you have a chance. It's another Greenaway classic, along with "The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover" and dozens of others.)

[castlemagicmemories]

“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 

From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1

To be, or not to be – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune …

“…’Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep —
To sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil…”

Act III, Scene I, Hamlet, by Wm Shakespeare

https://literarydevices.net/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream/

[castlemagicmemories]

“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 

From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1