23 juin 2009

CALIBAN O"Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds & sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twrangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears, and sometime voicesThat, if I then had wrak'd after long sleep,Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,The clouds me thought would open and show riches,Ready to drop upon me, that, when T wrak'd,I cried to dream again."
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