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.
就像这幻景无根的构筑,云冠高塔、华丽宫殿、庄严庙宇,乃至这大地本身,以及其中一切,都将消散,如这虚幻的盛景消逝一般,不留一丝云痕。
— William Shakespeare · The Tempest · IV.1 —