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Lear.: ...you see how the world goes.
Glos.: I see it feelingly.
Lear.: What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears.
Shakespeare, W. (1610-1611). The tempest. [Drama].
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"
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."