Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream;It was a therefor reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou was'd'st me wisely; yet My dream thou book'st not, but continued'st it. Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreams truths, and fables histories;Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best, Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.