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I dream'd there was an Emperor Antony:

O, such another sleep, that I might see

But such another man!

[...]

His face was as the heavens; and therein stuck

A sun and moon, which kept their course,

and lighted

The little O, the earth.

[...]

His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm

Crested the world: his voice was propertied

As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends;

But when he meant to quail and shake the orb,

He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty,

There was no winter in't; an autumn 'twas

That grew the more by reaping: his delights

Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above

The element they lived in: in his livery

Walk'd crowns and crownets; realms and islands were

As plates dropp'd from his pocket.

[...]

Think you there was, or might be, such a man

As this I dream'd of?