Are you scared?
Be not afeard
The isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs
That give delight and hurt not
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears
And sometime 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