De memória I dreamed we both were in a bed Of roses, almost smothered: The warmth and sweetness had me there Made lovingly familiar ; But that I heard thy sweet breath say, Faults done by night will blush by day; I kissed thee, panting, and I call Night to the record! that was all. But, ah! if empty dreams so please, Love, give me more such nights as these. Robert Herrick --------