"And hounds stir often in their quiet rest, Spending their mouths, as if upon a quest, Snuff, and breathe quick and short, as if they went In a full chase upon a burning scent: Nay, being wak'd, imagin'd stags pursue, As if they had them in their real view, Till, having shook themselves more broad awake, They do at last discover the mistake:"
Σημείο: Chapter XII. Apology For Raimond Sebond. · ¶2339 Άδεια: Public domain · Πηγή Το κείμενο δίνεται όπως στην έκδοση, χωρίς αλλαγές.