Patrick Doyle - The Dreame Lyrics
Or Scorne, or pittie on me take,I must the true Relation make,I am undone to Night;Love in a subtile Dreame disguis'd,Hath both my heart and me surpriz'd,Whom never yet he durst attempt t' awake;Nor will he tell me for whose sakeHe did me the Delight,Or Spight,But leaves me to inquire,In all my wild desireOf sleepe againe; who was his Aid,And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,As since he dares not come within my sight.