A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'