"be not afeared; 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 sometimes 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."
i'll be seeing the tempest at the globe while in england, and this quote could not be more perfect about my time there. it will be a dream; and i'll probably cry the entire way home and want to go back immediately.