But in thy mind—not, lady, in thy sight! 800}
Thou wert not well; forms delicately made
These dreams and fancies easily invade;
The mind and body feel the slow disease,
And dreams are what the troubled fancy sees.”—
“O! but how strange that all should be combined!”—
“True; but such combinations we may find;
A dream’s predicted number gain’d a prize, }
Yet dreams make no impression on the wise, }
Though some chance good, some lucky gain may rise.” }