True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the air,And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north,And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

True, I talk of dreams,Which are the children of an idle brain,Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,Which is as thin of substance as the air,And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north,And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence,Turning his side to the dew-dropping south.

– William Shakespeare –

Romeo and Juliet

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