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The Comical Dreamer Last night a dream came into my head Thou wert a fine white loaf of bread. Then if may butter I cou'd be How I wou'd spread Oh! How I wou'd spread my self on thee. This morning too my thoughts ran hard That you were made a cool tankard Then cou'd I but a lemon be How I wou'd squeeze Oh! how I wou'd squeeze my juice in thee. Lately, when fancy too did roam, Thou wert my dear, a honeycomb; And had I been a pretty bee How I would suck Oh! How I would creep, creep into thee. A vision, too, I had of old That thou a mortar wert of gold Then cou'd I but the pestle be How I wou'd pound Oh! How I wou'd pound my spice in thee. Once too my dream did humour take Thou wert a bowl of Hefford's Rack Z___ cou'd I then the ladle be How wou'd I pour O! how wou'd I pour out joys from thee. Another time by charm divine I dreamt thou wert an orchard fine Then cou'd I but thy farmer be How I wou'd plant Oh! how I wou'd plant my fruit in thee. Soon after whims came in my pate Thou wert a pot of chocolate And could I but the rowler be How wou'd I rub Oh! how wou'd I twirl and froth up thee. But since all dreams are vain my dear Let now some solid joy appear My soul still thine is prov'd to be Let body now Oh! let body now with soul agree. note: Another "if you were__, I'd be__" RG From Pills to Purge Melancholy, vol II, D'Urfey RG
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