The Tempest

Finally found a Collected Shakespeare I love, and thus have set forth to read the whole thing cover to cover. For whatever reason it starts with The Tempest. Bits from The Tempest I love:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where tis spoken.

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 of, and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.

O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That hath such people in ‘t!

all of us ourselves
When no man was his own.