The Nature of Dreams. Which passion form'd, and still the strongest reigns.
Huntsmen renew the chace they lately run, And gen'rals fight again their battels won.
Spectres and furies haunt the murd'rers dreams, Grants or disgraces are the courtier's themes. The cit's a knight, the sycophant a lord. Thus fancy's in the wild distraction lost, With what we most abhor, or covet most. Pleasures so lively that they rival sense. In such blest dreams Biblys enjoys a flame, Which waking she detests, and dares not name.