The isle is full of noises

              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.

The Tempest by W.S. - Caliban in Act III, Scene 2