1 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
2 Bring a corollary Rather than want a spirit.
3 --Quickly, spirit, Thou shalt ere long be free.
4 Who am myself attached with weariness To th dulling of my spirits.
5 My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage.
6 If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't.'
7 Their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits.'
8 Remember First to possess his books, for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command.
9 Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance--this, Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthed--hath here almost persuaded--For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade--the King his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned As he that sleeps here swims.'
10 These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.