"Be not afeard, the
isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling intstruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices,
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
The clouds methought would open, and show riches,
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again."
- Caliban, The Tempest (Act 3, Scene
2)