Intro: The Dream

Dear love, for nothing less than thee

Would I have broke this happy dream

It was a theme

For reason, much too strong for fantasy

Therefore thou wak’d’st me wisely, yet

My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it

Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice

To make dreams truths, and fables histories

Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best

Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest

Perchance as torches, which must ready be

Men light and put out, so thou deal’st with me

Thou cam’st to kindle, goest to come, then I

Will dream that hope again, but else would die