Life is but a dream, within a dream.

“Villain, what hast thou done?Aaron: That which thou canst not undo.Chiron: Thou…”

“O that I were a mockery king of snowStanding before the sun of BolingbrokeTo me…”

“O for a Muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention,A king…”

“For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.”