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Dreams: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, which wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.— R. J. i. 4.

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream ;past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.— M. N. iv. 1.

'Tis still a dream; or else such stuff as madmen Tongue and brain out; either both, or nothing; Or senseless speaking, or a speaking such As sense cannot untie. Be what it is, The action of my life is like it, which I'll keep, if but for sympathy.— Cyt. v. 4.

By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers, Armed in proof, led on by shallow Richmond. R. III. v 3. Poor wretches, that depend On greatness' favour, dream as I have done, Awake, and find nothing.— Cym. V. 4.

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal.— P. P. v. 1.

In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd, And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars: Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed; Cry, Courage!-to the field! And thou hast talk'd Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents, Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets; Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin; Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, And all the currents of a heady fight. H. IV. PT 1 ii.— H. IV. PT ii. 3

Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep, That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, Like bubbles on a late disturbed stream: And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, Such as we see when men restrain their breath On some great sudden haste.— H. IV. PT. I. i. 3

There is some ill a-brewing toward my rest, For I did dream of money bags to-night.— M. V. ii. 5.

Let not our babbling dreams affright our souls. R. III. V.— R. III. v. 3.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul, That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.— 0. iii. 3