We are such stuff as dreams are made on…
Snaffle another drink, dearie,
a little drop more, a splash,
to get me through this dull, dull play
empty me into the trash,
gobble the bottle and, dearie mine,
shuffle along in line;
Prospero’s here in a couple of mo’s:
Shakespeare gets me so!
…and on us - in us - of us - dreams are made.