Michael T. Bee's ESI: 201009

http://www.shakespeare-navigators.com/tempest/TempestText33.html

http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/tempest/

Favorite lines:

Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough...

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

O brave new world that has such people in it...