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Shakespeare quotes on dreamThen thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright How would thy shadow's form, form happy show, To the clear day with thy much clearer light, When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made, By looking on thee in Source: THE SONNETS Mad in pursuit and in possession so, Had, having, and in quest, to have extreme, A bliss in proof and proved, a very woe, Before a joy proposed behind a dream May I never To this good purpose, that so fairly shows, Dream of impediment! Let me have thy hand [To LUCIANA] What I told you then, I hope I shall have leisure to make good; If this be not a dream I see and hear Exeunt GUIDERIUS and ARVIRAGUS How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature! These boys know little they are sons to th' King, Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive Good faith, I tremble still with fear; but if there be Yet left in heaven as small a drop of pity As a wren's eye, fear'd gods, a part of it! The dream's here still There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy What it should be, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him So much from th' understanding of himself, I cannot dream of O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams Which dreams indeed are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream This absence of your father's draws a Source: THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! I have long dreamt of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane; But being awak'd, I do despise my dream O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost love thy lord, Banish the canker of ambitious thoughts! And may that thought, when I imagine ill Against my king and nephew, virtuous Henry, Be my last breathing in this mortal world! My troublous dreams this night doth make me sad What dream'd my lord? Tell me, and I'll requite it With sweet rehearsal of my morning's dream The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given To dream on evil or to work my downfall But as I travell'd hither through the land, I find the people strangely fantasied; Possess'd with rumours, full of idle dreams But it is doubtful yet Whether Caesar will come forth today or no, For he is superstitious grown of late, Quite from the main opinion he held once Of fantasy, of dreams, and ceremonies I am right loath to go; There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night [Exeunt SERVANTS with basket] Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night; I'll tell you my dream And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain, That he awaking when the other do May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was Seize on him, Furies, take him unto torment!' With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made my dream Then certifies your lordship that this night He dreamt the boar had razed off his helm 'Be thou' quoth I 'accurs'd For making me, so young, so old a widow; And when thou wed'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed; And be thy wife, if any be so mad, More miserable by the life of thee Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death.' Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again, Within so small a time, my woman's heart Grossly grew captive to his honey words And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse, Which hitherto hath held my eyes from rest; For never yet one hour in his bed Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep, But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd [To RICHMOND] Thou quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep; Dream of success and happy victory Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep My dreams presage some joyful news at hand O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth! Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd, I cried to dream again If young Doricles Do light upon her, she shall bring him that Which he not dreams of Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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