Dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy, They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being. Byron.The Dream, Line 5.
But if, as morning rises, dreams are true. Dante.Inferno, Canto XXVI. Line 7. Ben Jonson.Love Restored, a song. Bruce.Elegy, written in Spring, Verse 19.