Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

In dreams begins responsibility.

I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

That William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call.

One had a lovely face, and two or three had charm, but charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass cannot keep the form where the mountain hare has lain.