Dreams are the portraiture of life.
I saw, when last I clos'd my eyes,
Celinda stoop t' another's will;
If specious Apprehension kill,
What would the truth without disguise?
The joys which I should call mine own,
10Methought this rival did possess:
Like dreams is all my happiness;
Yet dreams themselves allow me none.
The Dream.] The actual and full In Memoriam arrangement is the point of interest here. Stanley, however, is even less successful than the few other seventeenth-century practitioners in getting the full rhythmical sweep of the form into operation. He breaks the circle and so loses the charm.