Be not a field, the isle is full of noises, sounds and sweet airs that give delight, and sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about my ears, and sometimes voices that if I then had wept after long sleep would make me sleep again. And in dreaming, the clouds methought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me. And when I waked, I cried to dream again. And when I waked, I cried to dream again. And when I waked, I cried to dream again. And when I waked, I cried to dream again. And when I waked, I cried to dream again.
