“Dreams are like portraits, and we find they please 850
Because they are confess’d resemblances;
But those strange night-mare visions we compare
To waxen figures—they too real are,
Too much a very truth, and are so just
To life and death, they pain us or disgust.
“Hence, from your mind these idle visions shake,
And O! my love, to happiness awake!”—
“It was a warning, tempter! from the dead;
And, wedding thee, I should to misery wed!”—