175 Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
180 [Ant. S.] To me she speaks; she [moves] me for her theme:
What, was I married to her in my dream?
Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
What error [drives] our eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know this [sure uncertainty],