This  bloody  m«Pi^  the  care  on*L— I  hope»  I  dream  i  From  the  {paa|ry  footb  to  th»  pact  of  tl»  i

For,  fo,  I  thoQght  I  was  a  cave-keeper.  There  vanifii'd  m  tlie  fun-beams :  whtch  \

And  cook  to  honeft  creatures  :  but  'tis  not  ibi       (ITnlefs  my  fins  ahufe  my  divirutxu)

Twas  but  a  bok  of  nothing,  ffaoi  at  notbios,  'Succefs  to  the  Roman  hot^

Which  the  brain  makes  of  fumes .  Oar  very  eyes  |     Luc,  Dream  ofiea  f<H

Are  ibmetimes  like  our  judgments,  blind.    Good  And  never  falfe. — Soft,  ho !  whac  tnsik  b  brrc,

faith,
I  tremble  IhUv^ith  fear  :  IBiat  if  there  be
Yet  left  in  heaven  as  fmall  a  drop  of  pity
As  a  wsen's  eye,  fear'd  gods,  a  part  of  it !
The  drean/s  here  ftiil :  even  when  I  wake,  it  is
Without  me,  as  within  me  ;  not  imagined,  felt.
A  headl«&  man ! The  garments  of  PolUiumus !

I  know  the*  (hape  of  his  leg :  this  is  his  liand ;

His  foot  Mercuric ;  his  Martial  thigh ;

The  bra.wns  of  U^rcules :  but  his  Jovial '  hce —  JThey  crave  to  be  demanded :  Who  is  uus

Murder  in  heaven? — How  ?-^*Tis  gone. — Pifanio,  TI\ou  mak'fl  thy  bloody  pillow  ?  Or  n^lw  wa^  Ltf,


Without  his  top  }  The  ruin  ^leaks,  thac  i

jit  was  a  worthy  buiidiog.*-Uow  I  a  page !

|Or  dead,  or  fleeping  on  him  ?  But  dcad»  rxber :
For  nature  doth  abhor  to  make  bis  bed
With  the  dcfun^,  or  (leq>  upoa  the  ilcnJ
Let's  fee  the  boy's  face.
